I sit here in my car in the morning. At work. I just park it and turn it off.....and sit. Sometimes I listen to the radio or the audio book I have picked out, but it all just generally done to avoid the thought of actually having to go to work.
Also, I do my make up. Most women likely do their make up in the morning in a bathroom with lights prior to leaving the house. Clearly, this doesn't work for me. It could be that I don't have a bathroom with good lighting, or the fact that there are five of us that all have to use the bathrooms in the morning and it is sometimes hectic. Mostly, it is that I forget to do it until I am faced with having to look professional in front of people all day.
So I sit in my car and stare at myself in the small mirror on the sun visor and attempt to put on a brave face.....literally.
All the while, my dog stares at me from the back seat. He loves to go for car rides and loves going to work with me in the mornings. But then we get to work and it all comes to a screeching halt for him....car shuts off....owner goes no where....stares at herself in a mirror for 10 minutes....
I wonder what he thinks. He actually makes eye contact with me through the rear view mirror, which is really quite interesting that he understands the concept of mirrors and that it allows him to see my face. I often feel judged.
And so I go about the routine of applying make up, but first I have to take off the old stuff that, over the last 24 hours has now smeared so that I look very much like a deranged raccoon. Again, most women, I imagine, would have taken the old make up off the night before using some nice face cream....or even just soap, but I find myself first licking a finger and then attempting to wipe off waterproof mascara using my fingers, not unlike a cat licking a paw and then wiping its ears and face. By now my dog has given up. He gives me one last glance in the rear view mirror and then heaves a sigh and lies down to wait.
It doesn't take long. The hardest part is getting the old stuff off. A little new mascara, maybe some lip balm...eye liner if I am lucky and don't poke myself in the eye, and we are good to go.
My dog races out of the car and for the office door while I loiter for one moment more before I finally gather up all my stuff - coffee, purse, random other items that for some reason I feel need to go to work with me. Usually on the way in the door, I feel I have misplaced my keys and I can't see because my glasses are still perched on top of my head from doing my make up. No wonder my dog judges me.
