On Thankfulness and Girlishness
I had a bit of a breakdown yesterday. Ive been under a lot of stress with all the really expensive plumbing issues that is causing me to be in deeper debt than I was.
Yesterday I was moving some product, trying to make my area neater, and I didnt see that the delivery drivers marked some of the boxes with grease pen instead of chalk. I'm ok with chalk, it washes. Almost the entirety of the grease pen marks ended up on the back of my pink shirt. I'm not a fashionista but I enjoy wearing a pink shirt about once a week, it's one of the few girly things I enjoy. In light of the other stresses, it was about the last straw. I was so upset and crying and trying not to blubber about it. I ended up having to go home to change my shirt. I'm not sure it's going to come out.
It was a fairly new shirt too...before my plumbing woes started, I was slowly buying a new shirt every time I threw out an old nasty one. I dont have a huge amount of clothes. mostly what I need. Some dress shirts that I dont usually wear to work, only when I want something a little dressier. a few t shirts. about 4 or 5 polos, and a small variety of other random casual types. (I have some other clothes that dont fit me anymore that I keep because of memories associated with them). So I felt stupid for getting all emotional about it, and the shirt wasnt that expensive, but the fact it was newish for me and the other expenses made it difficult for me to replace.
One of the supervisors went out and bought me some new shirts that day, though she's not owning up to it. And another put himself in charge of a little pool from the other supervisors there that day to give me a little money to replace it. I am overwhelmed. I, literally, am still overwhelmed. I am crying about it now. For this show of kindness I am so thankful. I would have made do without that one supid shirt. It wasnt the end of the world. I have always been fiercely independant and didnt want to take it from them, but they wouldnt take no for an answer.
And I'm not a girly girl. But, yes, I do like a little pink in my life. A few current somewhat girly obsessions include: Fire King's Peach Lustre color line, art noveau, pretty jewelry that I'm afraid to wear, antique french paper ephemera, and antique (18th century) patch boxes (the decorative boxes that fancy ladies would keep their fake beauty marks in!)
Yesterday I was moving some product, trying to make my area neater, and I didnt see that the delivery drivers marked some of the boxes with grease pen instead of chalk. I'm ok with chalk, it washes. Almost the entirety of the grease pen marks ended up on the back of my pink shirt. I'm not a fashionista but I enjoy wearing a pink shirt about once a week, it's one of the few girly things I enjoy. In light of the other stresses, it was about the last straw. I was so upset and crying and trying not to blubber about it. I ended up having to go home to change my shirt. I'm not sure it's going to come out.
It was a fairly new shirt too...before my plumbing woes started, I was slowly buying a new shirt every time I threw out an old nasty one. I dont have a huge amount of clothes. mostly what I need. Some dress shirts that I dont usually wear to work, only when I want something a little dressier. a few t shirts. about 4 or 5 polos, and a small variety of other random casual types. (I have some other clothes that dont fit me anymore that I keep because of memories associated with them). So I felt stupid for getting all emotional about it, and the shirt wasnt that expensive, but the fact it was newish for me and the other expenses made it difficult for me to replace.
One of the supervisors went out and bought me some new shirts that day, though she's not owning up to it. And another put himself in charge of a little pool from the other supervisors there that day to give me a little money to replace it. I am overwhelmed. I, literally, am still overwhelmed. I am crying about it now. For this show of kindness I am so thankful. I would have made do without that one supid shirt. It wasnt the end of the world. I have always been fiercely independant and didnt want to take it from them, but they wouldnt take no for an answer.
And I'm not a girly girl. But, yes, I do like a little pink in my life. A few current somewhat girly obsessions include: Fire King's Peach Lustre color line, art noveau, pretty jewelry that I'm afraid to wear, antique french paper ephemera, and antique (18th century) patch boxes (the decorative boxes that fancy ladies would keep their fake beauty marks in!)