I have to quit my job. Not because I can’t handle it, not because my daughter misses me, and not because my Mother equates working Mothers with spinsters. I have to resign because I cannot keep up with the fashion demands. These single broads I work with have set the bar so high I don’t have a shot. When I was working before I had my daughter I would rotate between three suits. Once I’d worn them on a certain day I’d mix and match the combos. You know, skirt from one w/ different color blouse. I swear these gals spend all their paycheck on wardrobe alone! My Mom tells me to go out and buy a bunch of different scarves. She thinks that will distract from the fact I don’t have the time or money to go toe to pump with my co workers. Okay Mom, and while I’m at it I’ll see If I can get a nice blue rinse put through my hair. It’s not enough to be a perfect Mother, Wife, and worker… now you also have to have a killer fashion sense. I’ve got to go now; Heather is taking me out to dinner. There’s a Mexican place where she’s scoping cute guys. Luckily for me they’re having a sale on scarves at the boutique next to the restaurant!