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aprilstarchild) wrote2005-03-10 11:21 pm
aprilstarchild) wrote2005-03-10 11:21 pm
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Had a meeting-type thing at the downtown office...a second orientation, basically. We got to meet all the heads of the various departments. Including the (dum dum dum....) CEO. Was sorely tempted to bitch him out for our lack of prescription coverage. Talked to some other new people and we all agreed that we'd've had second thoughts about taking the job if they'd told us up front about that. None of us realized it until we got our paperwork in the mail after being offered the job.
In any case, got out at four and had about two hours to kill. Walked into Buffalo Exchange and tried on twenty things and bought nothing. I meant to go in looking for work clothes, but the overhead music was basically the playlist from Friday nights at the Fez. So I ended up trying on mostly short skirts. Okay, get this: I wear a medium or large in junior-fitted teeshirts, but every skirt I tried on, was too big. Even the smalls. Holy crap. Either that, or I just can't get used to wearing them really low. They hang down lower in front and then my ass makes them shorter in the back and it's just not fucking attractive. But none of them are meant to fit on your waist these days, or if they do, my ass makes them look funny. Grrr. I mean, I know it's not that big deal in the scheme of things, and I know I really don't have much to complain about with my physical body, but goddamn, you'd think I could find a short skirt at a used clothing store to wear dancing that didn't make me look weird. Maybe I should find a place that doesn't cater to people who wear junior sizes. My ass and chest are officially too big to fit junior clothes, even with me losing weight.
Made the mistake of walking into Lush. Am now broke until Thursday unless I drop by the bank. Also, for once I got samples. I never do, usually. Maybe because it was close to closing? Maybe just got the right salesperson? Who knows. In any case, I bought a massage bar and Noriko soap (yeay they still had it and OMG it smells so good) and a Seanick shampoo bar because the one I bought at my first Lush visit finally started falling apart. He gave me some sample bits of Fresh Farmacy (supposedly better for acne than Herbalism, must try), a little sample tub of Dreamwash (same active ingredients, more of a body cleanser with a lotion consistency), and a bath bomb. I don't know what kind it is, I couldn't find it in the catalog. It's white with greenish bits at one end and smells like cinnamon. I think it might be a leftover from the Christmas ones.
Just so you know, I am still convinced they put something in everything Lush makes so it's addictive. There's just no other explanation. I didn't really need a damn thing I bought (the huge bottle of Narcotick I have doubles as shampoo). And yet, I took the streetcar from work just to visit Lush. There's a smell in there that's just a combination of everything there and it sticks to you and the bag and the outside of all the wrappers and whatnot and then you sniff it for hours.
Hoowee time for bed. I have to be up at six. Which is an ungodly hour.
In any case, got out at four and had about two hours to kill. Walked into Buffalo Exchange and tried on twenty things and bought nothing. I meant to go in looking for work clothes, but the overhead music was basically the playlist from Friday nights at the Fez. So I ended up trying on mostly short skirts. Okay, get this: I wear a medium or large in junior-fitted teeshirts, but every skirt I tried on, was too big. Even the smalls. Holy crap. Either that, or I just can't get used to wearing them really low. They hang down lower in front and then my ass makes them shorter in the back and it's just not fucking attractive. But none of them are meant to fit on your waist these days, or if they do, my ass makes them look funny. Grrr. I mean, I know it's not that big deal in the scheme of things, and I know I really don't have much to complain about with my physical body, but goddamn, you'd think I could find a short skirt at a used clothing store to wear dancing that didn't make me look weird. Maybe I should find a place that doesn't cater to people who wear junior sizes. My ass and chest are officially too big to fit junior clothes, even with me losing weight.
Made the mistake of walking into Lush. Am now broke until Thursday unless I drop by the bank. Also, for once I got samples. I never do, usually. Maybe because it was close to closing? Maybe just got the right salesperson? Who knows. In any case, I bought a massage bar and Noriko soap (yeay they still had it and OMG it smells so good) and a Seanick shampoo bar because the one I bought at my first Lush visit finally started falling apart. He gave me some sample bits of Fresh Farmacy (supposedly better for acne than Herbalism, must try), a little sample tub of Dreamwash (same active ingredients, more of a body cleanser with a lotion consistency), and a bath bomb. I don't know what kind it is, I couldn't find it in the catalog. It's white with greenish bits at one end and smells like cinnamon. I think it might be a leftover from the Christmas ones.
Just so you know, I am still convinced they put something in everything Lush makes so it's addictive. There's just no other explanation. I didn't really need a damn thing I bought (the huge bottle of Narcotick I have doubles as shampoo). And yet, I took the streetcar from work just to visit Lush. There's a smell in there that's just a combination of everything there and it sticks to you and the bag and the outside of all the wrappers and whatnot and then you sniff it for hours.
Hoowee time for bed. I have to be up at six. Which is an ungodly hour.
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BTW: Can't wait for your part. Heard a Joy Division song on the radio that they play at the Fez and realized I hadn't actually been there in over a month. Which is a travesty, I tell you!
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