For those baby seals.

This morning as I walked out the door I asked my sister if I looked alright. It's more complicated than looking nice. I have to look alluring and hip for the younger customers, professional and smart for the older customers and non-threatening and informative for the middle-aged.

I guess it worked. Today was a good day.

However. I feel like I'm the main character in a mafia movie. The sweet innocent girl slowly becoming corrupt, like the proverbial boiled frog.

Heh! Who are we kidding here?!

My boss walked into my office right before I left "nice work on the slaughter of all those baby mammals." I also happened to make the comparison of my boss to a pimp. I'm selling my smile and myself and he whores me out.

Today I was charming, I was beautiful, I was sucessful. I sold, I slaughtered, I skinned. I flirted, I finagled, I financed. Ok. I'll stop with the corny alliteration now. My point being, I did my job and I did it well. I impressed my managers and suprised myself.

And you know what? It wasn't bad at all.