True tales from an insider, my friend. I went to the McDonald's Christmas Party last sunday and am now capable of verifying what McSlaves choose to wear when not in uniform. The verdict? Polyester. Lots of polyester and frizzy, frizzy hair. Lots of obese females in short skirts. It was actually painful to watch. When you're surrounded by polyester, frizz and fat, having fun becomes a chore. Thank Pookong (Brave New World literary reference) I was dressed appropriately in a simple gray wrap dress, a pearl chain necklace and black platforms. It's a shame the picture obscures my shoes, because they were really quite integral to the outfit. Despite my bleeding eyes, it wasn't a terrible night - and a special mention to my wonderful friends and colleagues Lauren in the swingin' sixties shift dress and Cassie in the silk kimono top.
P.S.: A very interesting fact. In most pictures of me, I am placed at the far left. Coincidentally, this is also where my political beliefs lie.