I still have a kayak job!
I may get to go out tonight!
I’m simultaneously delirious with joy and petrified because I’m not sure I remember a damn thing.
Ok now it seems like I HAVE to go to NYC or Caitlin might cut me.
And also because it’s the greatest plan ever! I have to talk to the Philly friends to confirm some things, and I will let y’all know what the plan is. At the moment, it seems like it’ll be May 2-4.
I have a date with Redbox tonight to catch up on all the movies that I missed the first time round. I may just make it an all movies, all the time weekend and hit up a couple matinees as well.
Good news, everyone!
I have been worried sick all day about that tour from last night. I’m embarrassed by the whole situation, and I didn’t want to have a complaint on my record after only having been there a couple months.
I just got word that the woman did call to complain, but she complained about the tour situation as a whole and not about me specifically. She complained that they never should have been allowed out in those conditions (which weren’t that bad if you weren’t a complete idiot), and that they didn’t see anything, (which is a flat out lie, because we saw dolphins and pelicans and a couple cool wood storks).
My boss does not blame me, because he saw how moronic they were right from the start when one of the women couldn’t fucking turn her boat around even with three of us standing there telling her how to do it. She tried to get her money back and my boss told her that wasn’t happening.
I know that I’m majorly prone to overreaction, and that I needn’t have been as tied up in knots about it as I was, but I take pride in working hard and doing a good job and to have things go monstrously wrong like that was seriously freaking me out.
It’s over now though, and the coolest boss in the history of bosses had my back and I feel like crying again, only out of relief this time instead of frustration.
Best of all, it means I get to keep the best job I’ve ever had and I’m really, really happy about that.
T-Minus two weeks (ish)
Until this gorgeous lady is in my town and I get to give her real hugs instead of internet ones. SO EXCITED!! :)
I just spent an ungodly amount of money on shampoo.
Remember how I signed up for Birchbox last month? I figured I’d try it out for a couple months and see what I thought. I got my first box the other day, and it was so exciting. It’s like getting a fancy surprise present in the mail. There was a beautiful shade of Stila eyeshadow, a sample of Bulgari perfume (so gorgeous!) and some pretty smelling soap. There were two packets of a shampoo & conditioner that I kind of tossed aside without really looking at. Overall, it was fun and interesting but there wasn’t anything I was squealing over like Joy and her lotion from heaven.
Then last night I figured I’d try out the shampoo. Commence squealing!! When mixed with my John Frieda leave in conditioner and Frizz-Ease*, my hair looks glorious. Even coworker, who is quite frugal, told me she’d support me 100% if I decided to splurge on it because my hair looked that good.
Since Birchbox gave me a 20% off my first purchase and I just got paid today, I’ll soon be the proud owner of this Oribe Beautiful Color Shampoo & Conditioner. It’ll be my special occasion shampoo. It’s also a pretty great solution to the grey problem. You bet your ass I’m recoloring my hair this weekend.
I don’t normally use too many gifs, but this is about how I feel about it:
* I can’t use the moroccan oil when I shower at night, my hair doesn’t dry enough and it looks real greasy the next day.
We take people who are famous for being mentally ill or addicted to drugs, we parade them around, and then we roll our eyes at them. I find that very carnival-esque, and it’s really disrespectful to the customer. I wish that television would stop selling our hatred of ourselves, and start seducing us with our love of ourselves.
YAY!!
Or this!
My brother just posted this on my FB wall:
Well it’s fairly cheap to do get to Switzerland from the states, more expensive to get to Portugal. IIII am thinking that we should do Weihnachten in der Schweiz. It will be more traditional and wicked freaking awesome.
Weihnacten in der Schweiz.
Now, while this will rob me of my excuse to use the one Portuguese word I know (and am very proud of, obrigado), I know at least SIX words in German and Christmas in Switzerland sounds like the stuff dreams are made of.
