your own personal cheez wiz
So. Can't start a blog entry without that precious word "so". It is the key that unlocks my creative door. Today was interesting....ok, so not really. I lied, but I feel much more bloggy tonight than I have in a while. Everything I have to blog about though, revolves around work. *is sad*
There is this woman who I work with, who is maybe in her early 50s. But I like to refer to her privately as the "living fossil". And I will tell you why (even if you don't want to hear it). She is always saying stuff like, "in the old days" and "now-a-days" and "it sure has changed since blah blah blah blahdy blah blah..." and on and on. She seriously acts like the oldest living human. And I am blogging about it because it annoys me to no end. I try not to tell her anything because she goes on about how different it was when she was my age (then she recounts what it was like to be 4 years old). Look lady, I look young, but I am 25, so spare me being categorized as a child...And I know that everyone notices differences in the generations, especially as they get older, because I have noticed differences too but everyone else has the respect and tact to keep it to themselves. Besides, why does she want to be thought of as older, anyway? Oh I know...wisdom and blah blah blah.
Also, today I finally got up the nerve to wear my capri stretch! jeans to work. I have been hesitating because as Nailz says "they look painted on". Well, they are not really that tight. I don't get cameltoe or anything from them and they actually don't feel tight--just look it. So I put on a bigger t-shirt than I usually wear (about the only one I have left, which is my SL Blues T-shirt), as a baby-T like normal would exagerrate the tightness of my pants. So I did that, but then I realized I couldn't wear my precious flip-flops with the capris (it's against office dress code), so I had to find something else to wear on my feet (which discounted the 5 other pairs of flip-flops I have). I rummaged through all the possibilities, but couldn't find anything. And how dorky would it be to wear white ankle socks and my cross-trainers? I finally looked in my shoe holder (I know, the last place I would look...*rolls eyes*) and found a lonely pair of KEDS that I hadn't worn in years. I put those on, and ran to work. When I got there, I put on my rose-pink button-up sweater (because they keep it super-cool in the office). I looked in the mirror and realized that I looked like Jennifer Gray in Dirty Dancing. No shit. Well, except that I have darker hair....and I was wearing it up....and it's not permed....and it's longer anyway. And she has a funny nose (or used to), and no freckles. I spent the better part of 5 minutes pondering this on the drive home tonight while I was stuck in bumper to bumper traffic (nighttime road construction).
Now that I have thoroughly spewed crap onto the page of this blog, I really don't have much else to say. Oh, except that I am training the new girl, starting tomorrow. Why me? I'm new. I don't know anything! And they are fucking with my hours for next week. So once again, my schedule will change drastically. More on this tomorrow, once they actually tell me what it is. *sighs*
As a bonus of my night, I learned a great deal about anal sex tonight on the drive home listening to LoveLine. I feel smarter somehow....
I apologize for the rambliness tonight, but really, everyone has to have nights like this right?