As I recall, yuo k ind of applied on a whim, right?
Oh, I totally did. It wasn’t a surprise or anything (I would have gotten a call way before now if they were interested.) And actually, I’ve been happier at work lately, so I’m not even broken up over it. Even if I did get the letter and think “Dear Applicant”? Man, if they’d hired me, they could have learned of the wonders of mail merge.
Tom and I are going to Lush tomorrow even though you ignored/resisted my attempts to tempt you to Boston to shop at Lush and hang out during your FIVE DAY weekend. So there
OMG! I completely missed any alleged attempts to lure me! Dangit, that would have been a good idea, too! If only I hadn’t just blown my potential train fare on a pair of new Buffy boots. Even if they WERE 75% off. Crappity crap crap!
I hate to sound all Pollyanna, but the right job is out there.
You make a sweet Pollyanna, vw. I will keep the faith.
So, I just stopped at the JC Penney salon on the way out of the mall to get my eyebrows waxed. (I’m helpless with tweezers and when I notice it needs doing, it needs to get done RIGHT NOW.) This tiny French lady named Ghislain leads me into the room and gets right to business. Usually, people ask what you want- just cleanup, heavy shaping, whatever. Not Ghislain. She says “With you, I pluck more, because I’ve not seen you before. This is better.” So, she’s working away, and then says “I do something to you now. You do not scream.” (For the record, when someone says that, I generally think that it’s time to scream.) So, quick as a cat, she waxes my upper lip, and says “You had little moustache. You wouldn’t notice. It bothered me. I didn’t tell you.” I probably should have been insulted or frightened, but actually? Kind of grateful. Then she said “Here is my card. You will come back.” And damned if I won’t.
Scary, scary little esthetician. I like her.
It's too stressful getting to Level 12 cat stacking. I just got 83,600 points.
Emily won't let me buy her a present. She's mean.
Oh, and I want my groceries to come so I can make Chili.
I did not read the directions - i just learned what the up arrow does when I stack cats.... I lost my game because of the ooooo factor. now I have a whole new thing to put into practice...
Emily won't let me buy her a present. She's mean.
A present for what? You just bought her an iPod. She must feel all presented out.
Of course, that's not a good reason not to get her a present.
A present for what? You just bought her an iPod. She must feel all presented out.
Just a present for being the best roommate ever. You know? Nothing special...
And, the iPod was a group gift, so it wasn't just from me.
Just a present for being the best roommate ever. You know? Nothing special...
I give you permission to buy such a gift.
So, quick as a cat, she waxes my upper lip, and says “You had little moustache. You wouldn’t notice. It bothered me. I didn’t tell you.” I probably should have been insulted or frightened, but actually? Kind of grateful. Then she said “Here is my card. You will come back.” And damned if I won’t.
Heh. Evil and helpful at the same time.
I second that emotion, vw. Go for it.
In oddly related news, I have single-handedly created a squealing Phantom fangurl of my friend, who has never been a fan of anything before. She's fallen hard, and I am having a very good time pointing and laughing. She just called me from the mall.
E: So, I was just looking for, like, Phantom of the Opera t-shirts for us, and I couldn't find any. So then I was looking for good t-shirts to use to make our own, and I ended up in Hot Topic and, well, I got you a present.
Me (hopeful): What??
E: It's not a corset.
Me: Oh.
E: Those were too expensive. It's a tank top just lacy and froofy enough to give the illusion of Christine's underwear thing. We are wearing them out tonight.
Me: You are wrong in the head! (I showed her the recap.)
E: I'm dropping it off at your house now. Change into it and I'll be back in an hour.
This is the girl who never got my fandom. So very, very satisfying.
