Okay, no more offices. Can’t STAND them, ugh, germs all over the phone, people with allergies, using a public toilet that OTHER people have used…and I’m not usually a germaphobe! I just don’t know what it is about offices that gives me the creeps, germ-wise. People just don’t seem to care about what they’re spreading around, even when what they’re spreading around will make you ill.
I miss working in the theatre. Mum and Dad advised me to get out, make a stable income and not just when there was a show on. Sure, parents, just let that whole makeup short course, from a Melbourne uni that was actually worth something, go to waste! No problem, fine! So I did what they said, but in my first month at the office I’ve had a whole week off because I keep picking up bits of infected stationary. I can’t stand the thought of another day.
I wish I was back doing makeup, though to be perfectly fair, I think being at the theatre made my immune system weaker. Everyone there uses hand sanitiser like it’s going out of fashion. All the makeup artists pretty much have to wash their hands with antibacterial soap, in full-view, before they get to touch anyone’s face. No one wants to have a cold on opening night, after all. Keeping healthy is one of their top priorities…and then there’s the fact that everyone is so close backstage, all over each other’s stuff. You can catch things really easily! And that’s not ever going into how the actual sick people are quarantined like they’ve caught bird flu. You can see how, in that environment of hand sanitiser and soapy goodness, my immune system suffered. And they actually covered this in the beautician course I did! But what did they say about surviving in the germ-ridden real world? I’ll have to go back over my notes…