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Man, it's been a long week.
Aug. 23rd, 2008 10:50 pmNot all of it bad, but more than half of it wasn't exactly the thrilling adventure I planned when I rolled up my character 25 years ago, y'know?
I already rambled about the earlier part of the week, which didn't suck (and I made $5 taking a survey), but it wasn't a whole lot of fun, either. We'll just avoid that plot synopsis for now.
So. Friday was the company luncheon - no one seems to think it odd that it wasn't mentioned in the invite it was outdoors. I'm now rockin' the latest in sunburn fashion, complete with farmer's tan from the company shirts. Vogue magazine, here I come. Also, NEVER EVER go to the Aquarium of the Pacific on a Friday, unless you like being caught between elementary school daisy-chains and bombarded with the tackiest dregs of humanity (why are people on their WORST behavior in crowds? Why? What IS that?). I'm certain the otters were cute, but I was being hit in the ankles by so many strollers I gave up trying to get within 20 feet of the tank and went to find a seat instead. Same for the sea lions/seals, tropical reefs, and sharks.
Friday night was good. A lot less stressful than I'd thought it would be, and believe me, I am more than paranoid enough about those things. (Hellboy 2 is stupid-fun.)
Went to an Ann Taylor Loft store today to return the failboat-worthy purchases from anntaylorloft.com (seriously, consistent sizing is your friend, corporate gurus! If I buy THREE size 12 items, one should not be too tight to get on while the other two fit like circus tents. Especially when all of them are "a-line" styles. I was too fed up to even try and find one of those three in an appropriate size. Maybe later.) On the up side, I went in anticipating a fight [I even printed out the email telling me it was A-OK per their Corporate Masters that I could take stuff in to a store] and the whole return took maybe 3 minutes, tops, and the sales associate was pleasant. I just told her none of it fit despite the size chart saying it would, and could i please have my money back? and that was that. A++ to in-store service, massive FAIL to the online retailer for not even acknowledging the defect when contacted in the first place.
So, armed with money I suddenly had again, I went over to Victoria's Secret and bought three more bras. My hips are officially balanced by my chest with the clever use of discrete padding. Yey. (Boo on the price, as nothing that fits me properly* is ever on sale, but...) I also impulse-bought some shimmer lotion (and then was impulse-upsold two more because the clerk had been helpful and I was in a surprised-by-retail good mood, so I have three bottles of scented stuff) that really doesn't shimmer for beans, but I smell downright edible in three different flavors, so I'm amused. Right now I'm sporting the candy flavor, and I smell rather like I used a cotton candy buff-puff in the shower or something. It's not bad. I think I liked the honey one a bit better. Of course, all three are in the 'newest' colors. I don't care, really, because if I'm spending $45/bra, dammit, I'm picking up the ones that look like they stripped the fabric off a casino lounge chair. I want to be amused by my underwear (no one else will be, so I may as well make someone happy).
A Cinnabon and a stop at Hot Topic for RAW color (Deep Purple - this may be an adventure), rainbow knee-highs, and those tights that stop mid-calf that are all the rage, and it was off again. FYI, the Westminster Mall is undergoing so much renovation it's a scaffolding obstacle course, and if you get there when everything opens up at 10, it's practically empty. I can't remember the last time I went to a mall and didn't feel the urge to kill rising. Even the handful of small children there were well-behaved or misbehaving far enough away I didn't have to deal with them.
And then I came back and went back to bed for another two hours, because I was still sleepy.
* This may change - being off the Pill for almost a month now has me noticing that it's getting easier to tug the twins into place when I put on a bra, which was not the case in the past. I just may live up to the genetic predisposition for Real Curves one of these days. Late bloomer, I am! >.< Hell, some day I might have enough tissue in the right places that even a properly fitted underwire won't kill me. Maybe. I won't hold my breath, but I'll keep an optimistic outlook on the project.
I already rambled about the earlier part of the week, which didn't suck (and I made $5 taking a survey), but it wasn't a whole lot of fun, either. We'll just avoid that plot synopsis for now.
So. Friday was the company luncheon - no one seems to think it odd that it wasn't mentioned in the invite it was outdoors. I'm now rockin' the latest in sunburn fashion, complete with farmer's tan from the company shirts. Vogue magazine, here I come. Also, NEVER EVER go to the Aquarium of the Pacific on a Friday, unless you like being caught between elementary school daisy-chains and bombarded with the tackiest dregs of humanity (why are people on their WORST behavior in crowds? Why? What IS that?). I'm certain the otters were cute, but I was being hit in the ankles by so many strollers I gave up trying to get within 20 feet of the tank and went to find a seat instead. Same for the sea lions/seals, tropical reefs, and sharks.
Friday night was good. A lot less stressful than I'd thought it would be, and believe me, I am more than paranoid enough about those things. (Hellboy 2 is stupid-fun.)
Went to an Ann Taylor Loft store today to return the failboat-worthy purchases from anntaylorloft.com (seriously, consistent sizing is your friend, corporate gurus! If I buy THREE size 12 items, one should not be too tight to get on while the other two fit like circus tents. Especially when all of them are "a-line" styles. I was too fed up to even try and find one of those three in an appropriate size. Maybe later.) On the up side, I went in anticipating a fight [I even printed out the email telling me it was A-OK per their Corporate Masters that I could take stuff in to a store] and the whole return took maybe 3 minutes, tops, and the sales associate was pleasant. I just told her none of it fit despite the size chart saying it would, and could i please have my money back? and that was that. A++ to in-store service, massive FAIL to the online retailer for not even acknowledging the defect when contacted in the first place.
So, armed with money I suddenly had again, I went over to Victoria's Secret and bought three more bras. My hips are officially balanced by my chest with the clever use of discrete padding. Yey. (Boo on the price, as nothing that fits me properly* is ever on sale, but...) I also impulse-bought some shimmer lotion (and then was impulse-upsold two more because the clerk had been helpful and I was in a surprised-by-retail good mood, so I have three bottles of scented stuff) that really doesn't shimmer for beans, but I smell downright edible in three different flavors, so I'm amused. Right now I'm sporting the candy flavor, and I smell rather like I used a cotton candy buff-puff in the shower or something. It's not bad. I think I liked the honey one a bit better. Of course, all three are in the 'newest' colors. I don't care, really, because if I'm spending $45/bra, dammit, I'm picking up the ones that look like they stripped the fabric off a casino lounge chair. I want to be amused by my underwear (no one else will be, so I may as well make someone happy).
A Cinnabon and a stop at Hot Topic for RAW color (Deep Purple - this may be an adventure), rainbow knee-highs, and those tights that stop mid-calf that are all the rage, and it was off again. FYI, the Westminster Mall is undergoing so much renovation it's a scaffolding obstacle course, and if you get there when everything opens up at 10, it's practically empty. I can't remember the last time I went to a mall and didn't feel the urge to kill rising. Even the handful of small children there were well-behaved or misbehaving far enough away I didn't have to deal with them.
And then I came back and went back to bed for another two hours, because I was still sleepy.
* This may change - being off the Pill for almost a month now has me noticing that it's getting easier to tug the twins into place when I put on a bra, which was not the case in the past. I just may live up to the genetic predisposition for Real Curves one of these days. Late bloomer, I am! >.< Hell, some day I might have enough tissue in the right places that even a properly fitted underwire won't kill me. Maybe. I won't hold my breath, but I'll keep an optimistic outlook on the project.
