I've been up early but not as early as I have been , took a nap already. Went to look at an apartment.

Parts of it are super cute. It has a rather big 3 seasons porch. It has tons of storage. Unfortunately living room is the size of a small bed room. The bedroom isn't huge either. In fact I think the porch is the largest of the rooms. There's no way my new couch can fit through the interior doors.

But I was just looking to see what was out there and I'll keep looking. It's just hard to find the right combo of price, location and allows pets.

Well, hey, tomorrow I'm getting official 60 notice to vacate the apartment. It has nothing to do with me, it has to do with my landlady needing the space for her day care business. I have until the end of September to leave.

Which makes the apartment I saw more appealing, but it's still not the right fit for me I think.

Okay, I need to tell about my bra-buying saga. TL;DR version: I went in wearing a 44DD and left wearing a 38H and spent a grip of $$.

I went to Intimacy and said I wanted to have a bra fitting. I made sure they knew that I had never had a bra fitting before. The woman had me take off my shirt and looked at my bra fit. The first thing she said was "you poor woman." This was probably her most frequently repeated phrase after "Absolutely" during the THREE HOURS that I was there. Yes, this fitting process took 3 hours because apparently I am a red.hot.mess.

"You poor woman" referred to how badly my bra fit. I knew it was a bad fit, but it was really a bad fit. Chest meat came out the bottom of one side of the cup and I have marks on my abdomen where my bra has marked it (below the strap line). The strap I had been wearing was too big - so that allowed the chest meat to fall out. The cup also didn't fit at all properly.

So she tried different kinds of bras. Technically, a 36H is probably the best fit, but some of those bras were pretty tight. So I have a couple of 38 and a couple 36 depending on the style.

It was a positive (though expensive) experience overall and I wish I had done it about 10 years ago. It probably would have saved me a lot of heartache.

I can hear the sighs of relief from your chest meat from here, le n.

Aw, yay! That's awesome that you got good help (and amusing you confirmed the "too-big-band too-small-cup" stereotype!), but sad you didn't get it earlier. Ah well--I'll bet you look great!

Glad you had a great bra fitting experience!

Oh my goodness, le n! From a 44 to a 38, that is a huge difference. Glad you got fitted.

I can hear the sighs of relief from your chest meat from here, le n.

Ahahahaha.

So... I've been off work for four days for the long weekend. One coworker is on vacation this week. My other coworker is stuck in Philly on her way back from a visit home and won't get back until this afternoon. That means that I'm working alone today, unless I 1) call in our new employee who wasn't supposed to start until next week and who doesn't know anything or 2) work with A who is worse than useless, thinks he's the bees' knees and underpaid and apparently taking direction from a woman hurts his widdle male ego. The latter just texted to ask if we're working today b/c he can't get a hold of the boss.

Also, my clients are just back from a two week vacation so I'm sure they're going to want to have a talk about things; it's apparently my boss' birthday so I'm guessing he's hungover; and there's a 70% chance of rain today.

Okay, just needed to get that off my chest. Wish me luck!

Dear god, I just want to go back to bed. This is shaping up to be one hell of a Monday.

eta just talked to boss, taking another day off. Okey doke.

So My landlady's dad has an apartment for rent. I'm looking at it today. I could use some apartment~ma with this one.

Or just find an apartment that allows cats~ma in general.

askye, I hope you'll find the right place for you as soon as possible.

le nubian, wow indeed. And man, I need to get myself some bras (and sandals) too. Thing is, I absolutely resent shopping. It's a chore at best terms. But sometimes a girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do, because current bras are killing me and I do need good sandals for the hell we call summer.

A good friend (and my co-worker. Well, not really a co-worker, but we share an office) suggested that what I'm going through is just the overwhelming sense of a break after dealing with so many shitty things for so long. That makes sense, I guess. I just have no idea why the sudden break from dealing with so many things doesn't feel good in itself.

I just have no idea why the sudden break from dealing with so many things doesn't feel good in itself.

Because now you are not shoving back all the stress to the back of your mind just trying to get from one thing to the next. You actually have the leisure to feel what you are feeling. {{{{{Shir}}}}}