Don’t let your work get on top of you.

Ah, the summer.  A time for me to wear short skirts in the office, bright colored panties and to spend a little time bending over infront of well proportioned young interns pretending to pick up a carelessly dropped comb or some other personal item.

At this time of year it is quite usual for staff at the agency to take holidays, and this offers the opportunity for some fresh faced interns from the local university to spend time filling in at the company, learning a little of the advertising business. Being quite a successful firm, we’re never short of fresh enthusiastic young faces, bringing their enthusiasm to the company and generally sticking their oar in where it doesn’t belong. And, with all these innocent young puppies around the place, someone responsible is generally appointed ‘intern captain’ to wrangle them and keep them out of trouble.

Now, I don’t mean to sound harsh, but some of these geniuses seem to think that just because they’ve done a course in marketing they know all there is to know about the business. That, in itself, is unsurprising. However, what is surprising is that one of the partners in the agency seemed to think it would be a good idea to make me Intern Captain this summer.

“But, Darryl,” I protested, “I’m not ‘a responsible adult’! You’ve known me for years, you should know I can’t be trusted.”

Daryl made some unintelligible reply, which is his usual form of communication, his Irish accent being so thick that you could stop a charging bull with it.

“Shusel, creative phantom ‘Eager Beaver’,” said Darryl with a chuckle, or at least that’s what it sounded like and then shambled off in the direction of the studio and his well stocked private fridge.

Anyway, the long and the short of it is that instead of being out at the beach in an expensive high cut swimsuit smelling of suntan lotion, where any sensible person would be in the summer sun, I find myself shepherding the bright minds of tomorrow through various tasks at the agency. Naturally, some have talent in one direction or another. Some are bright thinking souls, and some simply look pretty, like the young man before me in my office just yesterday.

Giovanni is a young man from Rome, completing his masters degree in something impressive. He’s not entirely without ability, and I think he spends a good deal of time in the gym, judging by the shapely definition of his muscles beneath his shirt.

He looks vaguely roguish, and like in some other time and place he might sweep me off my feet, flying by on a Vespa, his white silk shirt billowing open in the Mediterranean breeze, as I clung to him sitting side saddle, sliding sensuously through traffic on cobbled streets.

“I spent a little time in Rome,” I commented to him as he sat expectantly in my office, having handed me the draft script he’d come up with for a radio advertisement for one of our local accounts. “I like to go over there from time to time. I’ve picked up a little Italian, and I enjoy the local tongue.”

I leaned forward in my chair and saw his eyes drop to my chest, and then he handed me the script, blushing a little for some reason. I lingered there a moment before I took it and read through it slowly, shifting this way and that in my seat.

This was for one of our smaller clients, a funeral home. Having recently remodelled their facility they were quite keen to show it off, and wanted to run a short radio campaign to draw attention to it.

“It’s just this one line I’m struggling with,” I said to Giovanni, giving him a warm smile. “’Come and see our new facility when you’re passing.’ It’s just a little open to misinterpretation. Perhaps we could reword that.”

Well, I may not be getting to the beach this afternoon, but perhaps I can introduce this fine young Roman to the delights of Vancouver. I may even have the opportunity to indulge my passion for languages with him and show him my oral skills a little later, one never knows.

I do hope this finds you enjoying your summer. Today I want to share with you a wise tip.  In the harsh summer sun it’s important to moisturise. Every morning before I walk little Hannibal, I use a good quality suntan lotion as a moisturiser, not only keeping my skin safe, but also preserving it’s peach like warm glow. In the evening I always use a little Aloe Vera cream before going to sleep. It’s a simple regime but it will look after your skin and keep you looking young. Developing the habit of using a moisturising cream daily will also help you feel more feminine and confident.

Have a lovely week.




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