  Try to smell my face before I finish washing it. Yes I understand my face has a lovely smell after it's washed like sunshine and rainbows and fresh flowers all rolled into one glorious scent but hello?
I'm trying to work here. Not know where I put my Adidas running shoes, my black leather belt or my Banana Republic Khakis (No, not those khakis. Yes I know those are Banana Republic too but those aren't the ones I'm looking for. ) I mean honestly somebody needs to keep track of my stuff.
Lord knows I'm no good at it. Decide to go looking for an obscure audio tape that's buried somewhere deep in the storage unit even though you know that means you'll have to move everything out and I'll have to assist you and we'll both end up at the bottom of a big pile of junk.
Junk that I don't even want to think about what to do with right now. Thanks A LOT! Insist that I order company logoed shirts from India because we can get a great price. Sure the company got a great price but my shirt is five sizes too big for me and makes me look like I'm seven and decided it would be a good idea to wear my dad's shirt to school today. The only way I'm going to look semi-presentable in this tent will be through the creative use of fabric origami and LOTS of safety pins.
Look Buddy, I'm the Marketing Executive, so next time I'll be ordering from Lands End where the sizes are consistent, thank you very much! 
