FROM MERE CAPRICE

The other day I received a letter from my actual employer. Let's say that happened on the 26th of July, this year 2021. 

Dear Diary,

                    Today, 27th of July, I realised that, the main reason why I've never achieved anything spectacular in my life. 

                    A few days ago, a letter slipped under my door. The sender was my employer. The letter had been written on the 22nd of July, a week earlier: (after transcription the letter, I noticed the usefulness in sending this news by post and not an email that can be easily forwarded) 

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PRIVATE & CONFIDENTIAL

Ms VICTORIA HOLT

Dousters, ..

West Sussex

22nd July 2021

Dear Victoria,

Interim Bonus Payment - July 2021

As you are aware, your interim July bonus payment is subject to your score following a review of your personal objectives for 2021. 

We are pleased to confirm that you received a score of 97% against your objectives which equates to a bonus payment of £386.00; this will be paid to you during the July 2021 payroll. 

The company appreciates your efforts so far this year and we look forward to continuing working with you in what should be a successful 2021. 

Yours sincerely, 

A printed signature 

xxx xxxx

HR Manager

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That's half of a month of the place I rent for live and -work, now-.

This uninhabitable world. 

But going back to the ugly truth freshly discovered...! I've never achieved anything spectacular in my life because I make decisions on a whim 👶 and this is the price of the Caprice 😀. Looking for this word, I found this quote from an apparently famous writer: 

Fron which I found an explanation that I do concur.." NO WOMAN DRESSES BELOW HERSELF FROM MERE CAPRICE

https://forum.wordreference.com/threads/no-woman-dresses-below-herself-from-caprice.3360549/"

{The only reason for a woman to be poorly dressed is that she's too poor to afford nice clothes} Maybe that was true at that time. 

Now in this [ʌn.ɪnˈhæb.ɪ.tə.bəl/] world, we try to convince ourselves that we don't need to dress well to be considered valuables which is a mere truth for poor people.