I used to be incredibly adamant about NOT.Changing. My Name. Ever. (the person I was closest to facing this with though would make me Erika Estrella, and that was too cartoon for my taste.) Now I think I might, if it'd give me a name I wouldn't have to spell so much, and give me some distance from my family's, uh, jackhole legacy. But it's looking at this rate that that is So Completely Not An Issue, like private school for the twins. It is funny that, after years of struggling with an impossible German name, I get a crush on Keith Olbermann.(No, not even in an AU where we are together would I hyphenate that. Woof.) It does make me postal to see "Kieth Olberman" though. Which I do. A lot. Sometimes it's a good way to weed out the haters and the "Go live in Iraq,"-ers, though. Possibly my name will serve the same function for somebody.

joy. Got to leave work early. Joy. OK, not early, but I didn't have to stay for the show. Either way. Joy!

Nothing like the joy being burst like your boss calling you on your cell to chew you TWO new assholes during drive home. Ahh, and since it was before 8 pm, it wasn't free minutes. Dunno which caused more cringing, the cheapskate in me thinking about the minutes flowing by, or that my boss was yelling at me for something that happened, that will never happen again, and no amount of yelling will change the past.

Ahhh, yesss, everyone is stressed out. Funny enough, since this afternoon went so well, mentally I moved on. Apparently I'm the only one.

eta: got page from employee saying:

for the record, everyone was ready on time... dispite things you may be hearing from [boss].

How can I hear it, my ear is clamped down from too much noise pollution.

Oh BC, I'm sorry. You know, if you decide you would like someone to look over your resume...IJS, there have to be theatres or universities that will treat you better, and they really couldn't pay you much less...

I hate the way your boss treats you. A lot.

normally my boss is cool. It's the big wig boss that is blah. It was a shocker to have my boss so rim-chewey.

I skipped a massive amount a few days ago, so I don't know if anyone showed Jilli these.

::uses search function she freaking wrote herself::

Looks like no! If Pete asks, tell him someone else sent the link to her.

Wow, those are some pretty boots.

If Pete asks, tell him someone else sent the link to her.

Pfft. You'll have to edit your posts a darn sight faster than that if you want to avoid my steely gaze.

::turns steely gaze on ita, but only from a safe distance ::

You better keep your eyes on your wifey there guv'nor, she cautions with a crap Cockney accent. She might be making a break for that "add to cart" button.

Actually, dude, those are fucking expensive. I feel like I blow money on non-essential things all the time (more black sandals...another iPod), but I can't imagine paying $700 for one pair of shoes with no precious metal or electronic components. And even then...

I was hunting through pictures for my sister, and I found one of her in this lovely floral dress with an amazing bodice (did wonders for her breasts, which didn't even need the help) and matching shoes. I knew she'd bought the dress at my, uhh, urging (not something I make a habit of, I swear) but asked about the shoes. She pointed out she couldn't take more than a couple steps in them, but if they hadn't been going for about the price of the (not cheap) dress, she would have gotten them too.

My sister's gone all girlie! It's so very cute. And me, I have a clothes buying problem. But at least I'm going to go to sleep without clicking "checkout" on the Ann Taylor Loft session I have open.

My sister's gone all girlie!

mind boggles.

mind boggles.

Okay, maybe not all the way. But she now coordinates her clothing, wears heels and makeup out to dinner.

For little miss "I hope they don't expect me to look good just because they saw me that way twice" this is huge. In fact, I'm kinda the girlie one and she made me feel like I should run back in put on mascara or something.

It's definitely an aging thing. Five, seven years ago I wouldn't imagine myself paying way too much money on a shirt so I could have something pink with "I like it rough" embroidered wreathed in flowers at the neckline. And then there are skirts and the heels and heels and the skirts.

Not frou frou. But a hint of the frou which is new for us both.