A young girl's first job interview coincides with an international crisis.
I'm plain and know it. Don't need anyone to tell me. Make-up and nice clothes are wasted on me, create a caricature, a parody of sensuality. So usually, wisely, I don't bother. However, today is a special day, a day when I have to try my best to look my best and thus open myself to ridicule. I approached the desk with justifiable trepidation. The tweedy receptionist smiled patronisingly at...Read On