"For once, this place actually looks as if we're in the clothing business," said my boss and took a picture of me surrounded by cotton cardigans with defects (one of these defects was categorised on my list as "too many fairies").
I hung a tape measure around my neck for practical reasons - tape measures always end up on the floor otherwise - and pretended I was a real seamstress, instead of just an office assistant measuring cardigans sewn in some Turkish factory.
I found tiny particles of cotton fibre swimming in my coffee cup. I drank my coffee anyway. It wasn't polyester, after all.
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