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These past two weeks have been wild, wild.
1. I have six products on my plate at work. One of them is dada out there weird (the info provider lost their own content - twice - among other things. The last meeting we had included a business manager asking us about sales tactics. Us. The geek squad, who just design and build the things). One product is really three, and our CEO is going to present them in a week, and... well...just, wacko. The others are varying levels of fucked up. Monday-Thursday was really intense, and then yesterday we all lost it at the same time and everyone would collapse in hysterical laughter about every 15 minutes over some lame joke sent out sotto voce over the cubeosphere.
2. TMI Alert! Read no further if you're not into TMI. I'm on a prescription plan that covers birth control (yay!) but does the generic thing (fine!) but my pharmacy is being taken over by another pharmacy and they changed the generic brand. I've been on it for three weeks, and my hair is falling out in clumps, and I'm sore to the touch and I can't concentrate worth shit and my emotions have been on a rollercoaster that is usually stuck at the bottom of the hill called Bitch. I went to the pharmacy to complain, and it turns out they have hordes of women complaining about the same thing, so they're going back to the original generic. Good on them, but if you combine point number one with point number two, I have been walking a thin fucking wire these past weeks. I knew what the problem was after the first week, but I knew that I would rather struggle through this month than do the start over mess, so I've been depressed and tetchy and mentally scattered, but just pulled my ass through because I knew what the cause was. Still, it was hard to do. I had to keep taking deep breaths, because I can't snap at people who need me just because my medication is off. You would not believe the intensity with which I've been doing banishing rituals!
3. Mr. Viper and I were going to hiking today, but he ended up getting an awesome research opportunity, so he and his research pal went out on research pal's sailboat to sail and talk about the research plan. This was somewhat of a relief for me, because although I love hiking, after this week I wanted to do something passive.
4. Shopping. Yes, I went all girly and did the full makeup and skirt and heels and put the top down on the car and went to the mall. I went to Sephora, because I needed my Murad facial stuff. I was stunned, because I was standing there gathering up all the rosacea-based facial wash and moisturizer and toner and a gaggle of perfectly glowing 20-somethings came over and asked how I liked the product. I said I loved it, but it was because I had rosacea, and Murad worked the best for me, but I couldn't say how their normal-skin stuff was. They said I had beautiful skin, which is why they were asking how I liked Murad. Wha...? Are you kidding me? It was quite thrilling, because I never thought I'd do so much physical maintenance on myself for anything, and I really do obsess over keeping my rosacea in line - I hate the thought of having a chronic skin disease, so I try very hard to keep it under control. The whole encounter was kind of surreal.
Also, I got a free gift of brown sugar body scrub. I hate food-smelly cosmetic products, but this is apparently not smelling like brown sugar or anything - it uses the crystals as a base for oils I might just try it, then.
And then...and then I went to Lord & Taylor. I came out with butter-soft black suede winter gloves, opera-length and lined in silk. 30% off. It is my only excuse.
1. I have six products on my plate at work. One of them is dada out there weird (the info provider lost their own content - twice - among other things. The last meeting we had included a business manager asking us about sales tactics. Us. The geek squad, who just design and build the things). One product is really three, and our CEO is going to present them in a week, and... well...just, wacko. The others are varying levels of fucked up. Monday-Thursday was really intense, and then yesterday we all lost it at the same time and everyone would collapse in hysterical laughter about every 15 minutes over some lame joke sent out sotto voce over the cubeosphere.
2. TMI Alert! Read no further if you're not into TMI. I'm on a prescription plan that covers birth control (yay!) but does the generic thing (fine!) but my pharmacy is being taken over by another pharmacy and they changed the generic brand. I've been on it for three weeks, and my hair is falling out in clumps, and I'm sore to the touch and I can't concentrate worth shit and my emotions have been on a rollercoaster that is usually stuck at the bottom of the hill called Bitch. I went to the pharmacy to complain, and it turns out they have hordes of women complaining about the same thing, so they're going back to the original generic. Good on them, but if you combine point number one with point number two, I have been walking a thin fucking wire these past weeks. I knew what the problem was after the first week, but I knew that I would rather struggle through this month than do the start over mess, so I've been depressed and tetchy and mentally scattered, but just pulled my ass through because I knew what the cause was. Still, it was hard to do. I had to keep taking deep breaths, because I can't snap at people who need me just because my medication is off. You would not believe the intensity with which I've been doing banishing rituals!
3. Mr. Viper and I were going to hiking today, but he ended up getting an awesome research opportunity, so he and his research pal went out on research pal's sailboat to sail and talk about the research plan. This was somewhat of a relief for me, because although I love hiking, after this week I wanted to do something passive.
4. Shopping. Yes, I went all girly and did the full makeup and skirt and heels and put the top down on the car and went to the mall. I went to Sephora, because I needed my Murad facial stuff. I was stunned, because I was standing there gathering up all the rosacea-based facial wash and moisturizer and toner and a gaggle of perfectly glowing 20-somethings came over and asked how I liked the product. I said I loved it, but it was because I had rosacea, and Murad worked the best for me, but I couldn't say how their normal-skin stuff was. They said I had beautiful skin, which is why they were asking how I liked Murad. Wha...? Are you kidding me? It was quite thrilling, because I never thought I'd do so much physical maintenance on myself for anything, and I really do obsess over keeping my rosacea in line - I hate the thought of having a chronic skin disease, so I try very hard to keep it under control. The whole encounter was kind of surreal.
Also, I got a free gift of brown sugar body scrub. I hate food-smelly cosmetic products, but this is apparently not smelling like brown sugar or anything - it uses the crystals as a base for oils I might just try it, then.
And then...and then I went to Lord & Taylor. I came out with butter-soft black suede winter gloves, opera-length and lined in silk. 30% off. It is my only excuse.