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My Life Thus Far
2007-02-07 04:56:40 (UTC)

One Freakin Lousy Day At A Time

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Look at me, writing before midnight. Aren't I proud of
myself. Yesterday was the start of a more structured
Jennifer. A more in-control, on-top-of-things, not-on-the
cusp-of-a-nervous-breakdown Jennifer. I'm trying to carry
that theme over into today. Then, maybe into tomorrow.
Instead of imagining how I want EVERY day to be for the
rest of my life, I'll really just take it one day at a
time. It may sound cliche, but really, it's the only way I
think I'll be able to get through the next 7 months. One
freakin lousy day at a time.

In all honestly, today wasn't so bad. I woke up late (25
minutes before Annie had to be to school, late) and
because of that, felt rushed all morning. I forgot to
bring jewelry with me to the gym, so I had to stop at
Target (the most easily accessible jewelry department) and
buy some. $30.00 on costume jewelry. As much as I like to
spend money, I hadn't counted on falling in love with this
particular three strand necklace that just lays so
perfectly on my decolletage. I'm more of a 3 for $6.00
girl at Icing or Claire's. I wear the jewelry more for the
pop of color against the black, than for any other reason.
I save the gold and gemstones for occasions other than
work.

Speaking of work, everyone was in a frazzle when I got
there. Blazers and pantyhose were being worn by all. That
could only mean one thing. Rebecca. Rebecca is our
district manager and for some reason, everyone is on pins
and needles when she's due to arrive. Thankfully, I came
after she left, but the last time she stopped by I was
there and I didn't see what was so frightening about the
illusive Rebecca. She seemed really bubbly and friendly.
More so than I am. Does that mean if I were district
manager, everyone would be scared shitless of me?
Probably. Anyhow, it's a good think I always look nice at
work. Unlike some of the girls who consider black jeans,
slacks and Doc Martins, fashion boots. There aren't many
of them, but a few of the older girls (as in, have been
here for awhile) have gotten lax when it comes to
following the dress code. If they followed standards all
the time, they wouldn't be running around like chickens
with their heads cut off every other week.

I did some pity shopping today. Okay, it was less pity
shopping, than I just plain want that shopping. But, I've
been trying to be so good lately. I raided pink and got
all sorts of goodies. Pants, tops, and sweatshirts. Also a
Very Sexy bra (one of the sexy sheers that make my tatas
look so well-behaved) and the matching panty. And since I
have the Sweet Seduction eau de parfum, I got the
accompanying lotion. I love it so much. I'm such a happy
camper.

Alright. If I'm to keep the promise I made myself of
staying in control, then I need to go do some dishes.
We've run out of forks, which is my signal that it's time
to wash. I think dishes are my least favorite thing. Next
to every other type of cleaning! Ciao until tomorrow.




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