I spent so much money yesterday. Really. So much.
It's okay, though-- I needed summer clothes. I got capris, a couple tee shirts, halter top, three fun skirts, and a fancy lace shirt. I can rationalize the spending, though. I have a 6-day work week this coming week, and the sixth day, I'll be paid $18/hour. I can afford it and manage to get my credit card bill down to $200 by next week. The only frivolous thing I spent money on was a Bath and Body Works mini-spree. They're having their semi-annual sale, and who was I to turn down a buy one get one free on their Pure Simplicity line? I got the yummy lemongrass face scrub AND the pumpkin mask that makes me squirm in anticipation of Autumn. For summer, though, there's always Eucalyptus Spearmint bath gel, which will help considerably given the current mugginess of my bedroom. Yes, I realize that with an incoming Lush package from
tennyo I'll be swimming in bath stuff, but I am still very happy. I must not make a Skindazzles order for more Clothesline Fresh body frosting. I must not. I will use up my Coco Lime Verbena and be happy dammit!
At times, I am incredibly shallow.
Speaking of which, I saw Mr. and Mrs. Smith. When my mother asked me how I liked it, I simply moaned with satisfaction in response. Angelina in a black PVC leather corset. Ohhhhhhh. Yep. It'll have a loving place on my DVD rack, I'm certain of it. (As a side note, it's getting harder and harder for my mother to ignore that I'm occasionally queerer than a fur coat on a summer day.)
I did have a good weekend. I feel like I really worked through a few things that had been niggling at me for awhile. I began a spirituality journal and wrote about a nice hike I took that ended with a swim in a creek, all by myself. I fell asleep on a roof surrounded by birdsong. I feel mostly content.
However, the return to work has sent my blood pressure through the roof. The turnover of dispatching duties to RoomStore's dispatchers went even worse than expected, if I could possibly say such a thing. Today was the first day my mother has ever heard me say fuck. K, RoomStore's manager, has proven herself to be arrogant and incompetent at every turn. Not only did she break most of the agreements she made in the prescence of both of our supervisors, but at one point, she locked Cory employees out of the dispatch room while she had an impromptu meeting, forcing us to do the dispatch anyhow. Our drivers waited three times longer than they should have for everything, and we have no confirmations on anything. She had the nerve to try to get smart with me twice today, and got more and more sarcastic everytime I wouldn't back down. I cannot wait until her ass gets fired. I don't think there's one person in that entire office who would mind if she decided to go bungee jumping with a rope made of moth-eaten cheesecloth. Her dispatchers were drowning. Drowning. And instead of staying to make sure everything went smoothly, she was gone at 4 o' clock.
Allrighty. I have a 15 year old sister yelling to use the phone, so I suppose I'll cut this short. I have Deep Thoughts, but I'll save them for later in the week.
And random-- Sita ate5 6 Rosy Red goldfish today. She's got this enormous bulge in her belly and she's lounging around like a rock star. Considering she's about as thick as Mary Kate Olsen's pinky finger, I think it's damn cool. I love my snake.
It's okay, though-- I needed summer clothes. I got capris, a couple tee shirts, halter top, three fun skirts, and a fancy lace shirt. I can rationalize the spending, though. I have a 6-day work week this coming week, and the sixth day, I'll be paid $18/hour. I can afford it and manage to get my credit card bill down to $200 by next week. The only frivolous thing I spent money on was a Bath and Body Works mini-spree. They're having their semi-annual sale, and who was I to turn down a buy one get one free on their Pure Simplicity line? I got the yummy lemongrass face scrub AND the pumpkin mask that makes me squirm in anticipation of Autumn. For summer, though, there's always Eucalyptus Spearmint bath gel, which will help considerably given the current mugginess of my bedroom. Yes, I realize that with an incoming Lush package from
tennyo I'll be swimming in bath stuff, but I am still very happy. I must not make a Skindazzles order for more Clothesline Fresh body frosting. I must not. I will use up my Coco Lime Verbena and be happy dammit!At times, I am incredibly shallow.
Speaking of which, I saw Mr. and Mrs. Smith. When my mother asked me how I liked it, I simply moaned with satisfaction in response. Angelina in a black PVC leather corset. Ohhhhhhh. Yep. It'll have a loving place on my DVD rack, I'm certain of it. (As a side note, it's getting harder and harder for my mother to ignore that I'm occasionally queerer than a fur coat on a summer day.)
I did have a good weekend. I feel like I really worked through a few things that had been niggling at me for awhile. I began a spirituality journal and wrote about a nice hike I took that ended with a swim in a creek, all by myself. I fell asleep on a roof surrounded by birdsong. I feel mostly content.
However, the return to work has sent my blood pressure through the roof. The turnover of dispatching duties to RoomStore's dispatchers went even worse than expected, if I could possibly say such a thing. Today was the first day my mother has ever heard me say fuck. K, RoomStore's manager, has proven herself to be arrogant and incompetent at every turn. Not only did she break most of the agreements she made in the prescence of both of our supervisors, but at one point, she locked Cory employees out of the dispatch room while she had an impromptu meeting, forcing us to do the dispatch anyhow. Our drivers waited three times longer than they should have for everything, and we have no confirmations on anything. She had the nerve to try to get smart with me twice today, and got more and more sarcastic everytime I wouldn't back down. I cannot wait until her ass gets fired. I don't think there's one person in that entire office who would mind if she decided to go bungee jumping with a rope made of moth-eaten cheesecloth. Her dispatchers were drowning. Drowning. And instead of staying to make sure everything went smoothly, she was gone at 4 o' clock.
Allrighty. I have a 15 year old sister yelling to use the phone, so I suppose I'll cut this short. I have Deep Thoughts, but I'll save them for later in the week.
And random-- Sita ate
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