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In the last week, I think I've collectively had one good day, which isn't too shabby for me around here. There are some weeks when I don't have any positive highlights. There are three scenarios that made this week less terrible than normal, not including the fact that I took a three day weekend.
I was part of a testimonial video shoot for one of the brands. It will be shown in Canada. This was very different from the before and after photo shoots because the goal was for me to look and feel good. I tried two products and told the camera how much I liked them. The VP of marketing powdered my nose and said my skin was beautiful. I still don't know why they had me use an anti-aging cleanser. I'm 24 years old. Oh well, it was a fun 40 minutes, but unfortunately, the following 455 minutes were just as crappy as usual.
The following Friday was National Wear Red Day, an event for the American Heart Association. I wore a red top, leopard print shoes and a red ribbon in my hair. I was in charge of decorations and snack placement. I kept one snack bowl on my desk to lure company. We also got free lunch. Free food is without a doubt in my mind my favorite thing ever. I even stole an extra sandwich for dinner! The weird thing about this day was the attention I received. I felt like a girl in a cheesy makeover movie. The "ugly" girl wears her hair down and takes off her glasses and is suddenly hot. I guess it was the lipstick and the bow in my hair because the men around here were going nuts. It was flattering and all, but it was a little back handed because I look the same every day. I shower and do make-up every morning, so it's great that I was noticed; but the compliments seemed even more superficial than normal ones.
Lastly, I finally received some recognition for my blogging skillz. I don't remember if I mentioned this or not, but I am now a blogger for one of the skin care brands. It's not the most exciting gig, but I have a lot of freedom as far as what I can write about. Also, I'm officially published, so that adds a Pokemon Gym Leader badge to my writing reputation. Maybe someday I'll be a literary master. Gotta catch them all. Anyways, the VP of marketing sent me an e-mail, saying I was doing a good job. I thanked her for noticing because most people here only know of my retarded fridge poems and songs. I guess she spread the word, because Kawaii talked to me about it. Squee!
When I have a few happy moments at work, I think I feel shamed for being so hostile and bitter about my job, but then I realize that these situations just confuse me. I need to only take these days at face value, because there is no depth to these collective joys. No worries about that. All it takes is a huge stack of time sheets, three hundred DVDs to burn and label, and a pile of really nasty dishes in the break room sink to put me back in my place.
I was part of a testimonial video shoot for one of the brands. It will be shown in Canada. This was very different from the before and after photo shoots because the goal was for me to look and feel good. I tried two products and told the camera how much I liked them. The VP of marketing powdered my nose and said my skin was beautiful. I still don't know why they had me use an anti-aging cleanser. I'm 24 years old. Oh well, it was a fun 40 minutes, but unfortunately, the following 455 minutes were just as crappy as usual.
The following Friday was National Wear Red Day, an event for the American Heart Association. I wore a red top, leopard print shoes and a red ribbon in my hair. I was in charge of decorations and snack placement. I kept one snack bowl on my desk to lure company. We also got free lunch. Free food is without a doubt in my mind my favorite thing ever. I even stole an extra sandwich for dinner! The weird thing about this day was the attention I received. I felt like a girl in a cheesy makeover movie. The "ugly" girl wears her hair down and takes off her glasses and is suddenly hot. I guess it was the lipstick and the bow in my hair because the men around here were going nuts. It was flattering and all, but it was a little back handed because I look the same every day. I shower and do make-up every morning, so it's great that I was noticed; but the compliments seemed even more superficial than normal ones.
Lastly, I finally received some recognition for my blogging skillz. I don't remember if I mentioned this or not, but I am now a blogger for one of the skin care brands. It's not the most exciting gig, but I have a lot of freedom as far as what I can write about. Also, I'm officially published, so that adds a Pokemon Gym Leader badge to my writing reputation. Maybe someday I'll be a literary master. Gotta catch them all. Anyways, the VP of marketing sent me an e-mail, saying I was doing a good job. I thanked her for noticing because most people here only know of my retarded fridge poems and songs. I guess she spread the word, because Kawaii talked to me about it. Squee!
When I have a few happy moments at work, I think I feel shamed for being so hostile and bitter about my job, but then I realize that these situations just confuse me. I need to only take these days at face value, because there is no depth to these collective joys. No worries about that. All it takes is a huge stack of time sheets, three hundred DVDs to burn and label, and a pile of really nasty dishes in the break room sink to put me back in my place.