Pedicures are equal to bad karma
I don't think I'm going to type this entry in paragraphs. I am quite dissatisfied with my feet as of late. Ever since I started this job, my feet have been disgusting. You would think my feet would be more disgusting while waiting tables, not working in an office. Granted, my feet don't smell bad anymore (unless it's a rainy day and the material of my shoes decide to conflict with the natural aroma of my pups), but one day during training I wore some heels that my poor feet really did not agree with. Those shoes caused some blisters. (I never wore those shoes again.) For some reason, my feet never fully recovered from those blisters. In addition to those blisters, while breaking in some other new shoes, my feet acquired more unattractive, painful splotches in different spots. Now, on top of this, something has been biting me every night while I'm sleeping. And it's only on my feet and calves. And the bites ITCH. So I scratch and scratch and scratch and the bites form big scabs, and then I pick the scabs (stupid habit) and they bleed and get bigger and never heal - AND they STILL itch. Whatever it is that's biting me, I'd really appreciate it if it would stop. It's getting a little out of control, guys. Seriously. Today, I'm trying to give all the customers I talk to online the benefit of the doubt. I'm having a "People are good, Courtney, be nice to everyone" day. We'll see how long this attitude lasts. I've already gotten extremely agitated with one customer already, who ordered a phone online today and was asking why she would have to wait 3-5 business days to get her phone in the mail. You ordered online...give me a freakin break. I've only got two weeks before the semester is over (yay!), then I've got about 4 weeks until next semester begins. Holy crap - I've got 6 weeks before next semester begins! I'm a little intimidated by the schedule I've made for myself next semester. I just need to eat well, sleep as much as I can, and breathe. And I need G to make out with me a whole bunch every day. That will make things better. G says he's going to try to start building amps for a living. He'd be extremely good at it. He's good with wiring things, and he wants to work with his hands, but not work on cars anymore. I can't blame him. I hope it works out for him. He really deserves the absolute best. He's such a good guy. I'm writing really short sentences. I just picked another scab off! Ugh! I've learned that sleeping with Neo and Band-Aids helps them heal faster, but I don't know if I have enough Band-Aids. You ever seen those specials on MSNBC and CNN about those girls that got pedicures, but there was some bacteria in the water and it scarred their legs up for life? Their legs looked DISGUSTING. I feel like those girls. Okay, I'm exaggerating a little, but still - I hate my feet and legs right now. And just so you don't get any ideas, I haven't had a pedicure since August. But it's still possible that I have a flesh-eating disease. I used to know this guy that would never say "Band-Aid." He would always say "Band-Aid brand adhesive bandages." He never said "Kleenex," he always said "Kleenex brand facial tissues." He thought there was something wrong with the fact that people associated brands with actual products. He was a little off his rocker. I never cared about that stuff. Know what else I don't care about? Britney Spears' vagina. I don't care that somebody caught a picture of her hoo hoo while she was getting out of a car. Yeah yeah, she was wearing a short skirt with no underwear, she was asking for it, blah blah blah. Let her be. Every girl has one of those moments - hers just got caught on film. So...people can shut up about it now. Laurel is wearing really cute shoes today; I wish I could afford to go shopping. I'd love new clothes. I'm a little tired of the clothes I wear to work every day. I've got a doctor appointment tomorrow, and I'm not excited about it. I'm having another peanut butter and jelly sandwich for lunch today.