Unemployment Again (Sorta)

18 Aug

In stark contrast to my next most recent post (from 9 months ago), business casual is no longer necessary for me. I left the temp position I was at in favor of moving back home to help out my mother, who is recovering from surgery far more slowly than anticipated.

During my ‘unemployed’ term, I’m working on research and grant writing from home for a small museum on the other side of the state. My new ‘business casual’ is a robe and pink sparkly-fuzzy slippers. I’m not displeased.


Business Casual?

21 Dec

I am finding that office work suits me. I┬áhad one incident where a coworker commented ‘jokingly’ with a “Casual Thursday, huh?” comment, but other than that I have been impeccably dressed, with impressively stylish shoes.

Silver linings. (Or, you know, silk ones.)

8 Mar

One of the wonderful things about losing your job is that you are even more pressured to curb your useless spending.

One of the wonderful things about hunting for a new job is new work clothes!

The overlap here falls under the tragic venn-diagram lens of “everything terrible and great in life all at once.” Hush, I’m not great at metaphors.

In any case, thrift stores are, as always, my best friends. I picked up a lovely red silk shirt and a black suit jacket for $10 together. Yup. SILK shirt. I now own three of them, although I need to fix the buttons on one. I feel so luxurious, all that silk in my wardrobe. One is even Ralph Lauren. And none was more than $5 in thrift stores!

That’s justifiable, right?


…I have a problem…

Lives Rearrange Themselves, and “Pulling a Kat”

7 Mar

It’s been four months now since I last posted here, and for that I am somewhat remorseful. It’s been an eventful couple of months, which have culminated in a massive change for me. I’ve gone from a full-time retail associate to a part-time temp, which carries all of the emotional and financial burdens of a decent chunk of pay lost. I’ve been scrambling to get myself back on track, which leaves little time for frivolity like makeup and fancy clothes.

I’m getting back, slowly. My cousin/roommate (it works out better than some people might suggest) has a thing she does, and we laugh at her for it all the time. We might come home at seven at night and find her with her makeup sprawled all over her desk, getting dolled up, hair and everything. And when we ask what hot date she’s got, she shrugs.

“I just felt like it,” she says. She has to wash it off two hours later, with nobody but herself witnessing the (often very elaborate) face and up-do.

But it makes her feel good. And as our other roommate and myself have discovered, it works.

The other day, after my last day at my first temp job, I was anxious, wondering when I’d get the next one, where my next paycheck would come from, and whether I should be looking at other job ads again. So I walked into my bathroom and started putting on fresh foundation. Around eight at night, the tables were turned–Kat walks in to find me with bright eyeshadow, wide, winged eyeliner, and briliantly red lipstick. “Where are you going?” she asked.

“Nowhere,” I said, grinning. “I’m just pulling a ‘you.'”

“It works, doesn’t it?!”

Yes. Yes it did.

It’s The Most Wonderful Time To Be Strangled By Your Scarves

20 Oct

On the one hand, I love winter. It’s my favorite season when I’m at home in the country, where I can look out at the yard covered in a pristine blanket of fluffy white snow, wrapped up in my panda-print footy pajamas, drinking mint tea and reading Tolkien. (Wow, was that specific or what?)

On the other hand, when you have to actually go out in the bitter cold, you are faced with what is possibly the worst part of winter: ineffective scarves which strangle you without even keeping your nose warm.

Perhaps that’s my biggest beef with scarves. One would imagine that somebody would have invented by now something that keeps your nose warm, without making you look like a robber or fogging up your glasses. If there’s some invention out there that I’ve missed, by all means I beg you enlighten me, because it’s miserable having a cold nose on long walks to campus at three in the morning.

Manicure Woes

17 Oct

Changing one’s nail polish twice a week has some repercussions. On the one hand, you get to use all your colors. On the other hand, you go through topcoat and base coat like it’s water.

Having run out of top coat recently, I have taken to simply adding a new glitter every day I want to extend my nail color. Currently, I have two coats (one per day) of a deep plum color, plus two different glitters on my nails, just so the still look like they’re not chipping terribly without a top coat.

Perhaps this isn’t the best way to deal with my problem, but I can’t be bothered. I have creepers to thwart with my obsidian bunker home.

A Fashionista’s Worst Nightmare: Redux

15 Oct

One of my first posts to this blog was about how I needed to clean out my closet and get rid of a lot of clothes I never wear anymore.

Well, that hasn’t happened yet. In fact, the opposite of that has happened. Thrift Store Therapy has always been my Prozac, so the fact that I’ve acquired three new dresses, two pairs of shoes, and a sweater shouldn’t surprise anyone. In my defense, none of them were over $4 apiece! And the things I bought at work shouldn’t even count, since between coupons, discount deals, and employee discount benefits, nothing was more than $4 there, either (including the most awesome blue plaid flannel from Guess. I feel like I beat the system on that one; originally it was $90!) I’m not going to mention the seven pairs of awesome fishnet tights I got, since each of them was only a dollar on clearance at Nordstrom Rack anyway.

I’m clearly not very good at curbing my clothing spending, but at least I am phenomenal at maximizing the bang for my buck, right? …Right? SomeonepleasejustifythemoneyIbegyou. Ahem.

On the other hand, I am on the verge of throwing out my only pair of jeans, since they are way too big now. I don’t know if I bought them big, or if I’ve actually lost more of my already lacking booty, but they don’t even remotely fit anymore. And I should try on my slacks soon, since I’ve not worn them in ages, but should with the upcoming colder weather.

Overall, I have put a dozen items in my “Give-Away Basket,” not that I’ve given them away yet. But since I haven’t taken anything out of it all summer, I feel like I’ve already gotten rid of them. And that’s good, right?