They do. Some unpaid overtime here and there at deadline times leads to staying back 30 minutes unpaid every night. Deciding to forgo talking to your partner about things that bother you leads to underlying, growing discontent. And quick and easy takeaway dinners lead to an extra 15 kilos.
None of these apply to me, though. When I say problems arise gradually, I'm talking about my Handbag Problem.
See, I had this interview with a recruitment officer. Dealing with admin, so I wanted to look professional, which is a role Ive not had to play in the last 18 months or so. (My last office was very casual; since we didn;t have to deal with clients face to face, only via email).
Then I looked at my handbags. (Deal with the tasteful duck motif on my grandmother's couch. Images all SFW but horrid because I'm a crap photographer. And some are on their side, though I changed it twice.)
There's the old backpack:
(When I bought that sticker, Hateful Dave asked if it came with a time machine, to go back to 2002 when 'All Your Base was funny. Desci BURNED).
There's the bag mum bought for me six years ago, which I used to like and now despise:
There's the novelty Super Mario backpack:
It's so tiny!
Then there's the Hello Kitty bag.
Or... the other Hello Kitty bag
And lastly, Bunny Stiches:
So what to do when you discover most of your bags should belong to a Japanese 13 year old? You go to your mother's church (aka Myer) and find THE MOST BEAUTIFUL BAG EVER, WHICH WAS $90 AND IS NOW $40.
(And also comes in black/gray instead of black/red, if you're interested)
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