OK, I know the title is probably sexist, but…
Since we moved into the new building, my guilty pleasure has become putting on my makeup. And it has nothing to do with the makeup or its application.
It’s where I put it on.
In the old building, it was the heavily trafficked men’s room, which, to be charitable, was a dump.
Now, we have two makeup rooms. Spotless, well lit, and they even have sinks. But most of all, they’re quiet.
I go in, shut the door, and it’s just me. Five minutes of quality “me time.”
I think I’ll have a cup of tea.