Interrupted
My Life Thus Far
Perfection Is An Illusion
Some guys are shallow pricks. I know I've mentioned before that I downloaded the app InstaFollow to see when people unfollow me (so that I can promptly unfollow them). I love it. It makes my life so much easier. I refuse to pad someone's follower count when they can't be bothered with my posts. Anyhow, I posted a picture of my makeupless face and a little caption about how I've been spending less and less time getting ready in the morning. How I'm not chained to my makeup, and how I've given myself permission to be less than perfect. Everyone knows perfection is an illusion, anyway. Almost as soon as I posted it, I noticed my follower count dropped by one. So off to InstaFollow I go! Turns out it was this guy who only every liked or commented on my more provocative/vampy/made up pictures. He'd always tell me how beautiful I am, how gorgeous I looked, even how lucky my husband is. Funny how when I post something real and positive he immediately jumps ship. I'm glad to see him go. And I love InstaFollow for reasons just like this! I don't have to try to figure out for myself who doesn't deserve my attention. Social media should be a fun diversion, and it is most of the time. I know it isn't a big deal, but I feel the way I feel. I don't like following people who unfollow me.
Work was irritating almost as soon as I walked in the door. A customer I worked with for 2 hours yesterday was back because the bras she LOVED yesterday, she now HATED today. The bra she was wearing was 3 sizes too small, but so beyond stretched out, you couldn't even tell what kind of style it used to be. She wanted something just like it, though. She also wanted an uplift that didn't have push up, a bra that had a plunging center gore, but separated, and elaborate lace details that didn't show through her super thin shirt. Basically, she wanted very opposite things, and nothing we carried was satisfactory. I did the best I could yesterday, but she came back and returned the two bras after spending another two hours trying on all the same bras she tried yesterday. She even called customer care before coming back in and was told by them that what she was looking for didn't exist. Anywhere. No one makes a plunging bra that keeps the breasts from touching. It isn't possible! And even if it was, what woman wants to look wider by spreading the breasts apart so dramatically? Her. Just her.
After she finally left, I did everything in my power to not let my frustration with her sully the experience I provided for the other customers I encountered, but it felt like all anyone wanted to do was argue with me and tell me I'm wrong. I fit women for bras everyday. I've done this since 2006. I know more about bras than the average woman, because I work with them everyday. I don't know why they won't let me help them! I just want them to leave happy and feel good about themselves. You'd be amazed at what a good bra can do.
I'm hella stoked that tomorrow is a shorter day. I open, but I get to leave early, and I have Tuesday off. I don't feel the least bit guilty about enjoying my days off sans kids all day. I love them, but this summer was the hardest when it comes to entertaining them. Bonus, Keenan is LOVING 3rd grade, and Kiki is still super pumped about being in middle school now! It does my heart good when I see them so happy.
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