grumpy, bored, and plague-ridden
So as we can all tell, I feel sooper ossum right now x.x
I'm bored, and should really just get off the damn computer and go to sleep, but my throat is KILLING me and my head's all abuzz, so there's no way that's happening.
This weekend was kind of annoying. Friday night was awesome---John won tickets to go to the High and listen to jazz and look at art and even though I accidentally wore heels it was awesome. (Massive oversight on my part. Walking around a museum for three hours, hmm, what should I wear for shoes; flats sound good, right? I looked at the most awesome pair of shoes I bought all year, not obviously including the teal satin pumps straight from 1984, also not counting the Penelope shoes... and they said "wear me!" and I said "okay" and my feet said "NO WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING AUUUUGHHH" and then my feet rebelled and tried to fall off but it didn't work. And then the next day I had a seven-hour shift.)
Saturday's work was annoying, because I fucking hate one of my coworkers, because she's a snotty, prissy, up-her-ass bitch who knows shit all about the product and doesn't lift a fucking finger all day. And we had the same shift. And then she tried to stir shit up, and we all know how well I tolerate drama. (We had similar shifts today, but she pretty much kept her fucking mouth shut, because I think she sort of keened to the fact that I was about to punch her repeatedly in the teeth all day long.) I really love most of the new hires though---Blair's a cunt, but Kimberly is unbelievably sweet (and deceptively cunning and foul-mouthed, she reminds me a lot of boundandchained, if you swore nearly as much as I do, in a perky, bright-eyed way), Katy is really fun (kind of like my old roommate Jessica, without the booze and sluttiness), Megan is awesome (she is totally a ghost hunter, and she can make a $150 sale like no one's business), Debbie is really great (I love it when we get slightly older employees who know their shit, Debbie is like my rad aunt at this point), and I've got no problems with any of them. Blair and Quintin just need to quit. I know Blair's not going anywhere because for some reason Kat and I are the only ones with a problem with her stank ass, but maybe Quintin will go, and then we will have one less drama-stirrer.
SHUT YOUR FAT FUCKING MOUTH AND STOP FUCKING BITCHING ABOUT ABSOLUTELY FUCKING NOTHING. NOBODY GIVES A SHIT THAT YOU HAVE TO WORK ON BLACK FRIDAY. WE ALL. HAVE TO WORK. ON BLACK FRIDAY. WE ARE ALL SCHEDULED TO WORK ON BLACK FRIDAY, AND YOU ONLY HAVE TO WORK THREE FUCKING HOURS. GET THE FUCK OVER IT.
Sorry about that, I accidentally pressed the rant button. Whatever, she makes me mad.
Speaking of Lush, I'm really becoming disenchanted with the company as a whole. I'm becoming uncomfortable with the cost of some of the things (um... the soap is OVERPRICED AS SHIT, man. I buy soap from Villainess, or on Etsy or something, and I get a massive brick that would be $20 in my store... for $5-6. That's... a little inconsistant), as well as some of the ingredients. Don't get me wrong, I'm not an SLS nazi or anything (GOD, I hate it when we get those in the store), but... honestly, methylparaben in the toners? They're... water. They're not going to go bad. I'm really not into putting parabens on my face, dude.
(And then I found out Coalface had a detergent AND some parabens, and our affair was over. I'm now loving jojoba oil as a cleanser all. night. long, baby.)
Also, jesus christ, how can we afford to use this much sandalwood? ...endangered species much? I almost felt bad about enjoying my Floating Island the other night. And then, of course, I didn't feel bad about it, because it's one of the few products left at Lush that is a glorious godsend. (Floating Island, Ceridwen's Cauldron, Buffy the Backside Slayer, and my baby, Big Blue. I think those are my only must-haves anymore, really. And I'm kind of phasing out Buffy a little bit with my new scrub obsession.)
On the other hand, I'm really finding out how much awesome stuff the company really does for the world in general. Every single one of our ingredients is fair trade, and Mark travels all over the world to keep up with the, like, tiny villages in Africa we get our shea butter from, and everything, to make sure everything is STILL fair trade. And the whole entire sale (not including taxes, obviously) from every Charity Pot DOES actually go to a charity. Which is really cool. But I just kind of feel like if they focused more on bettering the world, and less on keeping everything "naked" (which essentially requires everything to have preservatives in it, and I'm not talking vitamin E, I'm talking nineteen kinds of parabens!), I think the company could change for the better. Honestly, at this point, they could afford to take parabens and synthetics entirely out of the products. Sure, they'd go bad quicker, but hey---package them in smaller containers, maybe? Maybe that way we could actually SELL $90 Gorgeous? I'm saying?
Sorry, work rant over, I promise. I'm just down on everything lately. (Except jojoba oil. Our romance is a tender and touching experience.)
Today I ran out of gas again, which is always a stunningly hilarious occurrence! ...not!
Yesterday I only got paid $117, which is always a stunningly hilarious occurrence! ...not!
On the plus side (THERE IS ONE, NO REALLY), I don't have to go to Richmond for the break, thank you GOD AND EVERYTHING THAT IS HOLY, so I can chill with Kathleen and John and recharge for the brutal end of the semester. That will be awesome.
On the AWESOME plus side, John was all "hey someone paid me with an iTunes gift card and I don't use iTunes, do you want it" so I totally just bought, like, eight TV episodes, and have more than enough money left over for tomorrow night's Gossip Girl. I wish True Blood was on iTunes. I'm way too into that show. And speaking of gloriously bad vampires in the media, Kathleen and I are sneaking into Twilight sometime this week, and naturally I will be posting my Thoughts, Let Me Show You Them. (cleolinda is writing a Fifteen Minutes on it, by the way---keep an eye on her journal for it!)
(...OH MY GOD HERE IT IS, SHOULD I READ IT NOW OR SEE IT FIRST, OH GOD, THE AGONY OF DECISION.)
...GOTTA GO READ TTFN.
ETA: OMG THE LULZ.
I'm bored, and should really just get off the damn computer and go to sleep, but my throat is KILLING me and my head's all abuzz, so there's no way that's happening.
This weekend was kind of annoying. Friday night was awesome---John won tickets to go to the High and listen to jazz and look at art and even though I accidentally wore heels it was awesome. (Massive oversight on my part. Walking around a museum for three hours, hmm, what should I wear for shoes; flats sound good, right? I looked at the most awesome pair of shoes I bought all year, not obviously including the teal satin pumps straight from 1984, also not counting the Penelope shoes... and they said "wear me!" and I said "okay" and my feet said "NO WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING AUUUUGHHH" and then my feet rebelled and tried to fall off but it didn't work. And then the next day I had a seven-hour shift.)
Saturday's work was annoying, because I fucking hate one of my coworkers, because she's a snotty, prissy, up-her-ass bitch who knows shit all about the product and doesn't lift a fucking finger all day. And we had the same shift. And then she tried to stir shit up, and we all know how well I tolerate drama. (We had similar shifts today, but she pretty much kept her fucking mouth shut, because I think she sort of keened to the fact that I was about to punch her repeatedly in the teeth all day long.) I really love most of the new hires though---Blair's a cunt, but Kimberly is unbelievably sweet (and deceptively cunning and foul-mouthed, she reminds me a lot of boundandchained, if you swore nearly as much as I do, in a perky, bright-eyed way), Katy is really fun (kind of like my old roommate Jessica, without the booze and sluttiness), Megan is awesome (she is totally a ghost hunter, and she can make a $150 sale like no one's business), Debbie is really great (I love it when we get slightly older employees who know their shit, Debbie is like my rad aunt at this point), and I've got no problems with any of them. Blair and Quintin just need to quit. I know Blair's not going anywhere because for some reason Kat and I are the only ones with a problem with her stank ass, but maybe Quintin will go, and then we will have one less drama-stirrer.
SHUT YOUR FAT FUCKING MOUTH AND STOP FUCKING BITCHING ABOUT ABSOLUTELY FUCKING NOTHING. NOBODY GIVES A SHIT THAT YOU HAVE TO WORK ON BLACK FRIDAY. WE ALL. HAVE TO WORK. ON BLACK FRIDAY. WE ARE ALL SCHEDULED TO WORK ON BLACK FRIDAY, AND YOU ONLY HAVE TO WORK THREE FUCKING HOURS. GET THE FUCK OVER IT.
Sorry about that, I accidentally pressed the rant button. Whatever, she makes me mad.
Speaking of Lush, I'm really becoming disenchanted with the company as a whole. I'm becoming uncomfortable with the cost of some of the things (um... the soap is OVERPRICED AS SHIT, man. I buy soap from Villainess, or on Etsy or something, and I get a massive brick that would be $20 in my store... for $5-6. That's... a little inconsistant), as well as some of the ingredients. Don't get me wrong, I'm not an SLS nazi or anything (GOD, I hate it when we get those in the store), but... honestly, methylparaben in the toners? They're... water. They're not going to go bad. I'm really not into putting parabens on my face, dude.
(And then I found out Coalface had a detergent AND some parabens, and our affair was over. I'm now loving jojoba oil as a cleanser all. night. long, baby.)
Also, jesus christ, how can we afford to use this much sandalwood? ...endangered species much? I almost felt bad about enjoying my Floating Island the other night. And then, of course, I didn't feel bad about it, because it's one of the few products left at Lush that is a glorious godsend. (Floating Island, Ceridwen's Cauldron, Buffy the Backside Slayer, and my baby, Big Blue. I think those are my only must-haves anymore, really. And I'm kind of phasing out Buffy a little bit with my new scrub obsession.)
On the other hand, I'm really finding out how much awesome stuff the company really does for the world in general. Every single one of our ingredients is fair trade, and Mark travels all over the world to keep up with the, like, tiny villages in Africa we get our shea butter from, and everything, to make sure everything is STILL fair trade. And the whole entire sale (not including taxes, obviously) from every Charity Pot DOES actually go to a charity. Which is really cool. But I just kind of feel like if they focused more on bettering the world, and less on keeping everything "naked" (which essentially requires everything to have preservatives in it, and I'm not talking vitamin E, I'm talking nineteen kinds of parabens!), I think the company could change for the better. Honestly, at this point, they could afford to take parabens and synthetics entirely out of the products. Sure, they'd go bad quicker, but hey---package them in smaller containers, maybe? Maybe that way we could actually SELL $90 Gorgeous? I'm saying?
Sorry, work rant over, I promise. I'm just down on everything lately. (Except jojoba oil. Our romance is a tender and touching experience.)
Today I ran out of gas again, which is always a stunningly hilarious occurrence! ...not!
Yesterday I only got paid $117, which is always a stunningly hilarious occurrence! ...not!
On the plus side (THERE IS ONE, NO REALLY), I don't have to go to Richmond for the break, thank you GOD AND EVERYTHING THAT IS HOLY, so I can chill with Kathleen and John and recharge for the brutal end of the semester. That will be awesome.
On the AWESOME plus side, John was all "hey someone paid me with an iTunes gift card and I don't use iTunes, do you want it" so I totally just bought, like, eight TV episodes, and have more than enough money left over for tomorrow night's Gossip Girl. I wish True Blood was on iTunes. I'm way too into that show. And speaking of gloriously bad vampires in the media, Kathleen and I are sneaking into Twilight sometime this week, and naturally I will be posting my Thoughts, Let Me Show You Them. (cleolinda is writing a Fifteen Minutes on it, by the way---keep an eye on her journal for it!)
(...OH MY GOD HERE IT IS, SHOULD I READ IT NOW OR SEE IT FIRST, OH GOD, THE AGONY OF DECISION.)
...GOTTA GO READ TTFN.
ETA: OMG THE LULZ.