Pugly Betty

It is official. The fashion office has peaked, and my somewhat disapproving view of this industry has been taken to a new level. Those of you who work in offices will probably be familiar with the term of Office Idiot, or Office Geek. You may even have an Office Mummy (the cuddly and smiley lady who always mops up the tears of those dismissed). Well, the world of fashion had to take it one dainty step further. One of our senior members has introduced an office dog. Not a retired guide dog who sits complacently in a corner and occasionally sniffs at a passing high heel, but a yappy, energetic pug who trots incessantly from desk to desk, jumping up onto delicate silk stockings, sending teetering piles of handbags flying and generally upsetting the quiet murmur of our stylish work.

Because the owner is highly regarded as a trendsetter and member of the fashion Top-Squad, no one can complain and I fear others may follow in her footsteps until our office looks more like a kennels than a headquarters of fashion and design. Is it unreasonable to develop a severe allergy to fur so that the dog has to be left outside? ...Who am I kidding, they'd much rather loose a lowly fashion intern than the Trend Manager's new 'dahhhling'.

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