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Blogs are really the coolest invention on earth. They've existed for several years now (I've had mine since 2002! Can you believe it?), but I'm newly blog-obsessed. I've mentioned Miss. Conduct's blog, which I love, and now I'm really into chicintuition.com, Life with Cancer, Suze on Style, and Storked! all on glamour.com. I've gone through a few others the past several days and they really keep me entertained for hours on end. If you're at work with nothing to do, I HIGHLY reccommend taking on this new hobby.
I am going mildly crazy at my job. As a waitress and then customer service specialist at PSG, I was constantly interacting with people. Now, if you know me, one of my favorite phrases during that time was, "I HATE PEOPLE!" I really did say that a lot, and people would just look at me, put a hand on my shoulder, and then walk away. I remember one night at Croma I walked up to the bar and without me having to say anything, Curtis demanded, "You NEED to quit this job." Yes, yes I did. But why?
Then after a few months off "travelling" (that's what I tell people I did from June-August even though I was only in Italy for two weeks), I began my short career at PSG, which after a few days I realized was merely glorified waitressing in a suit without a tray. (I wonder if I can still carry a tray w/such ease.) I was a damn good waitress and a pretty good CSS as well, but my hatred towards people escalated to the point where I'm pretty sure it was noticeable.
But NOW! Now I am a "floating admin" and I have very little interaction with people on a daily basis. I e-mail my friends from PSG all day long and get pretty annoyed when they don't respond in a timely manner. Sometimes I go there after work and sit on the floor between Crissy and Matt and force them to talk to me. They think my social skills have diminished since I left PSG. It's hard to form sentences some days. Last night I was on the phone with Brendan and I was trying to tell him a story and I was legit stuttering. He was like, "WHOA! Think about it and start over."
Basically, I'm not sure which is worse--dealing with stupid, cheap-o's all night long, or not dealing with anyone. Ever.
I amputated my acrylics last Thursday and I'm finding that I can type much faster and they look much better. I don't know why I felt that my nails needed to be long. They look cute and sassy short. I even bought a cheap bottle of nail polish last night in my favorite color yet and painted them myself! They ALMOST look like I got them done! I think a woman's nails are very important and tell a lot about her personality. That might sound strange, but that is what I believe.
I discussed with Steph last night about how I think I look old. She assured me that I have not lost my looks (I asked Curtis this question the other night and he sighed and said, "No Emily..") But Steph did agree that there are bags under my eyes. I want to appear attractive and not pathetic again. I wonder how men see me. Do I look like a washed out bitter human being? I mean, I am, but I don't want to look like that. I'm trying to feel good about myself when I walk down the street, but let me tell you it is NOT easy when you find out you've been replaced by a middle age woman. All my friends say that it has nothing to do with me, and way deep down inside I know that's true. I have more to offer than 30-year-old bartender/life coach, right? RIGHT?
I've accepted a tutoring job at Bunker Hill Community College. I'll be there Monday nights and Sunday mornings helping students out with a beginning college writing class. The syllabus looks pretty basic and I think it will be rewarding, not to mention 200 extra dollars a week (800 a month!) Maybe I can actually buy some new clothes! I know that sounds pathetic, but I'm pretty sure I might just need a few new fashion staples to get me back on track.
My wish list (when I have extra money I will first pay off a few bills ((yuck)), and then once a month buy myself something somewhat nice):
Chinese Laundry Boots: http://www.chineselaundry.com/indShoe.asp?type=b&id=2661&sess=02280852358204731
Black Trench for Spring: http://www.spiegel.com/shop/product_single.aspx?style_id=30502121&index=10&gp_coll_id=5001&gp_cat_id=5002&nav_cat_id=8425&category_id=10716
Tory Burch Flats in Red (I feel like I need red shoes): http://www.toryburch.com/catalog_detail.aspx?cid=467&id=25614
Marc by Marc Jacobs Bag in White: http://www.shopbop.com/pretty-nylon-little-hobo-marc/vp/v=1/845524441812215.htm?folderID=2534374302023816&fm=browse-brand
I also need a new suit and some new shirts, but I feel as though the above accessories will instantly update me.
(I attribute this new fashion obsession with the aforementioned blog obsession--these bloggers are my new friends since I don't speak with anyone all day.)
Love,
Em
I am going mildly crazy at my job. As a waitress and then customer service specialist at PSG, I was constantly interacting with people. Now, if you know me, one of my favorite phrases during that time was, "I HATE PEOPLE!" I really did say that a lot, and people would just look at me, put a hand on my shoulder, and then walk away. I remember one night at Croma I walked up to the bar and without me having to say anything, Curtis demanded, "You NEED to quit this job." Yes, yes I did. But why?
Then after a few months off "travelling" (that's what I tell people I did from June-August even though I was only in Italy for two weeks), I began my short career at PSG, which after a few days I realized was merely glorified waitressing in a suit without a tray. (I wonder if I can still carry a tray w/such ease.) I was a damn good waitress and a pretty good CSS as well, but my hatred towards people escalated to the point where I'm pretty sure it was noticeable.
But NOW! Now I am a "floating admin" and I have very little interaction with people on a daily basis. I e-mail my friends from PSG all day long and get pretty annoyed when they don't respond in a timely manner. Sometimes I go there after work and sit on the floor between Crissy and Matt and force them to talk to me. They think my social skills have diminished since I left PSG. It's hard to form sentences some days. Last night I was on the phone with Brendan and I was trying to tell him a story and I was legit stuttering. He was like, "WHOA! Think about it and start over."
Basically, I'm not sure which is worse--dealing with stupid, cheap-o's all night long, or not dealing with anyone. Ever.
I amputated my acrylics last Thursday and I'm finding that I can type much faster and they look much better. I don't know why I felt that my nails needed to be long. They look cute and sassy short. I even bought a cheap bottle of nail polish last night in my favorite color yet and painted them myself! They ALMOST look like I got them done! I think a woman's nails are very important and tell a lot about her personality. That might sound strange, but that is what I believe.
I discussed with Steph last night about how I think I look old. She assured me that I have not lost my looks (I asked Curtis this question the other night and he sighed and said, "No Emily..") But Steph did agree that there are bags under my eyes. I want to appear attractive and not pathetic again. I wonder how men see me. Do I look like a washed out bitter human being? I mean, I am, but I don't want to look like that. I'm trying to feel good about myself when I walk down the street, but let me tell you it is NOT easy when you find out you've been replaced by a middle age woman. All my friends say that it has nothing to do with me, and way deep down inside I know that's true. I have more to offer than 30-year-old bartender/life coach, right? RIGHT?
I've accepted a tutoring job at Bunker Hill Community College. I'll be there Monday nights and Sunday mornings helping students out with a beginning college writing class. The syllabus looks pretty basic and I think it will be rewarding, not to mention 200 extra dollars a week (800 a month!) Maybe I can actually buy some new clothes! I know that sounds pathetic, but I'm pretty sure I might just need a few new fashion staples to get me back on track.
My wish list (when I have extra money I will first pay off a few bills ((yuck)), and then once a month buy myself something somewhat nice):
Chinese Laundry Boots: http://www.chineselaundry.com/indShoe.asp?type=b&id=2661&sess=02280852358204731
Black Trench for Spring: http://www.spiegel.com/shop/product_single.aspx?style_id=30502121&index=10&gp_coll_id=5001&gp_cat_id=5002&nav_cat_id=8425&category_id=10716
Tory Burch Flats in Red (I feel like I need red shoes): http://www.toryburch.com/catalog_detail.aspx?cid=467&id=25614
Marc by Marc Jacobs Bag in White: http://www.shopbop.com/pretty-nylon-little-hobo-marc/vp/v=1/845524441812215.htm?folderID=2534374302023816&fm=browse-brand
I also need a new suit and some new shirts, but I feel as though the above accessories will instantly update me.
(I attribute this new fashion obsession with the aforementioned blog obsession--these bloggers are my new friends since I don't speak with anyone all day.)
Love,
Em