I am currently hugely disorganised in my current temp job. Largely because of the dull nature of the tasks at hand I find myself daydreaming about those Vivienne Westwood shoes with the heart on….do I like them more than the one with the globe on…and in what shade…pastels would be great with my skinny jeans but the black ones would match everything….sorry, there I go again. Anyway, having been caught out by a senior male member of staff for being disorganised I was a little shamefaced. He had come to collect some paperwork and instead of deftly picking through the alphabetised crop and locating his work with ease I instead floundered around in a box of hundreds of identical dis-organised papers. In my attempt to save face I exclaimed “I apologise, it’s rather a unique filing system”. To which he responded “Yeah, a woman’s filing system.”
MY VAGINA DOES NOT MAKE ME UNABLE TO ALPHABETISE.