One month at Wicked

I have been at Wicked for one month and I have to say its a strange old life. Days have been spent doing research, dealing with complaints from people with no sense of humour who take offence from 2 gingerbread men having sex, now come on how is that not funny, planning a tour to Ayers Rock and coming up with dirty words to spray paint on to undies for wet undies competitions held at bars around Australia. That was a bizzare task. I sat with Mr Wicked as we had a serious conversation about what we should put on these undies and debating what was too much. We decided on Blow Me, Touch Me, F*** Me and Spank Me. I then had to go down to the sign place to get some stencils made up, so I went with my head held high and explained that they were for Wicked Campers, the kind lady understood and got a kick out the fact that they sent a girl to get these made up. I then proceeded to spray paint 40 pairs of undies. Just waiting to hear how they performed on the night. It's true what they say when you start work for Wicked, no two days are the same.