Here's A Post For You, Jessia

Yeah, so I love my job so far. It rocks. Tuesday was my second day and I got to help pick out clothes for some people and it was fun; it's like playing with Barbies and dressing them up except, you know, they look like real women. I like talking people into stuff. :) Also, my boss rocks and I loooove discounts...mmm. Discounts. Basically, working there makes good use of my mad OCD skills, 'cause I get to fold things (ha ha, I like to fold things...a lot) and make sure tags are in the right place and sizes are sequential...ah, order. Ringing in sales, doing the whole dressing room thing, making sure no one shoplifts. I found out there is a really high rate of shoplifting in Lawson, like, a lot - even in Ricki's. And not just like, teenagers or whatever, but like, old ladies and businesswomen and stuff! I kinda want someone to try somethin' just so I can jump 'em. That would be awesome.

Anyway, yeah things are going really great and I like it a lot. I won't be working full shifts until later, so for now I'll have to "suffer through" an excrutiating 3 whole hours of work at a time. I know, I can hear the violins playing for me in the background. It will be sooo hard. Just jokes. I can't complain. I start work at the Body Shop on the 31st and then things will start to get crazy, but it'll be awesome.

Man, I'm not used to being this optimistic or peppy - it's kinda making my head spin. Ugh. Ok, maybe I'll have to tone it down later, 'cause I'm not sure I can take all this happiness. Shudder... ah, that's better. I feel like me again.

Obsession of the Week

Sooooooooo sick of living at home. I want to move out so bad it's kind of pathetic. Stupid Rob rubbing his freedom in my face. Argh to older brothers who are awesome but make you want to punch them. Yeah, so if anyone wants to get the hell outta Dodge with me, you're mooore than welcome. Help me, help me!

I Effing Have Two Jobs, Guys!

Wow, excitement realy makes me want to swear. It's like, "That's f-ing awesome! F that! I F-ing love it! I F-ing get free F-ing samples! F!" Ha ha, yeah, something like that. I just got a call and I got into The Body Shop, which will be beyond awesome. I'll have to work less at the shop around Christmas time, but it's not a problem with Diane, so it's all f-ing great. I will finally, for once in my life, not be completely broke, and I will like what I'm doing. Happy sigh.

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Sooo... I got a job. At Ricki's. They beat The Body Shop to the punch. What can I say? I've a weakness for employee discounts. I start on Monday the 15th. Should be good. I'm stoked, actually. And also, I'm completely broke, so that's a motivator as well. It'll be good to be working. As much as I'd love the Body Shop, I don't think I can handle the stress of 3 jobs, so I shall have to suck it up and accept that I will not be taking home any of the endless free samples...sigh.

In other news, I really like talking to the metrosexual males of the day. It's great fun. I like it when they agree that you should suffer for fashion and comment - without provocation - on your kickass heels ("Wow, those are in such great condition! Where did you get them? Can I see the heel?!"). Sure, I don't think I'd ever date one...someone who spends more time on their hair than me or gets body waxes done on a regular basis is a little unsettling.

A final note, I think it's sad when people who really don't live that far away from each other can't find the time to organize and get together! Seriously, I feel like I've completely lost touch with everyone... weird. I propose a non-cheesy solution to this problem: movie night with extra-cheesy pizza. Mmm, makes ya want to come over now, don't it?

Bone Scans and Funny Pants

Bone scans are funny things. Well, actually, they're boring. And unnecessary. But the funny part was that the nurse gave me scrubs to wear, but they did up with a string in the front and there was a huge gap. Basically, it was an eyeful. What is it about hospitals and showing your naughty bits? Seriously, it's weird.

It's Been A Ridiculously Long While

Ah, it's good to be back here. I don't know why, but for the longest time I couldn't get into my account, so that's my excuse - take it or leave it.

Job-hunting is the pits. It gets you all nervous and then you sweat and then by the time you get there you're a sweaty mess and you make a fool of yourself. I have an interview tomorrow, but having just explained the problem, it doesn't look good... Cross your fingers, hope to die, rather stick a needle in my eye than go to a job interview.

I feel crazy at the moment. A moment that's lasted about 5 years, but that's not important. I've become more and more convinced that all this whitecoat fluff is a waste of time. The one 'coat that I don't hate seems at a loss 'cause I guess I'm just too damn difficult to figure out. It's the fifth time around and I'm tired. Tired of trying. Tired of going: "Maybe this is it!...Then again, maybe not." Tired of the stuff that's supposed to stop the panic attacks. I don't know why it's so hard to say - panic attacks - I guess it's embarrassing. I know, I know; I shouldn't be embarrassed because the fetal position and hyperventilation is super, super sexy.

Tomorrow is round 6 and I'm not expecting much. At least there is a Starbucks in my future. Perhaps all is not lost.

Is it sad when coffee is the highlight of my day?