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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.

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Business Casual?

21 Dec

I am finding that office work suits me. I had 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.

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.

Looking Good in the Good-Looking Clothes

4 Oct

Recently, I joined a gym. I had always been envious of my old roommate and her friends, whom all were toned and svelte. I’m not chunky by any means, but there’s a (much) less-than-flat stomach that I am often self-conscious about, especially when I’m out with them.

So, I asked her for the address of her gym, and joined up. I’ve gone six times in the last three weeks, and I’m sore as heck. As I sit and, fifteen minutes into my elliptical workout, when I wind up completely winded, I watch my friends carry on with their workout for another hour and fifteen minutes, including treadmills, circuit machines, and ab floor work. I get exhausted just watching them, and sort of gape as they pull out the free weights, do push-ups, crunches, lunges, bicycles, and all sorts of other crazy moves to tone everything up.

I spent a lot of time once upon a time being jealous of these girls who seemed to never do anything. Turns out, they just do it at six in the morning while their less-in-shape friends gaze in horrified awe while they sweat on the elliptical, feeling like they’re not getting anywhere in comparison.

In Japanese, “O-Hisashiburi” means, “Sorry I got super busy and haven’t posted in months.”

30 Sep

Actually, it is just a greeting you use when you’ve not seen someone in a long time, but it technically applies. Real life came up to kick me in the butt, so right now I’m going to spend a while playing catch-up on my blogs. You’ll be getting a lot of strangely non-sequitur seeming replies to comments you posted back in August, if you have posted comments.

If you are the sort to tolerate excuses, I’ve been working my tail off trying to get ahead of student loans which start in three weeks. The bad news is that I really haven’t gotten anywhere yet. The good news is, I’ve been offered a promotion to full-time. The bad news is, that means I’ll be working the busiest department in Macy’s 35+ hours a week during the most magical time of the year. Wish me luck.

I’ve also taken on a gym membership, which I will address in another blog entry, because that was kind of a funny story.

And finally, I’ve been watching Smallville. Tom Welling. Swoon.

If You’ll Indulge Me A Moment; A Rant

20 Jul

I find it unlikely that the sort of people who are guilty of the herein mentioned crimes are ones to frequent quirky little fashion blogs, but just in case, I’d like to take a moment to talk about shopping at large retail outlets. Small ones, too, for that matter, but I’m talking big department stores right now.

I have seen grown women ignore posted ‘Six items only, please’ signs, take twenty garments into a dressing room, and leave all but a single shirt, plus their hangers, on the floor, inside out. They then proceed to argue over the price of the shirt, demanding coupons and extra discounts, before eventually leaving without it, because they’ll “come back when it’s on sale, so can you hold it until Saturday?”

I wish I was exaggerating.

The rack for returned items is on your way out of the fitting rooms, how difficult is it to carry it that far? Even before working retail myself, I made sure things were right-side-out and on their hangers, before placing them on the returns rack. It never took me more than a minute; I thought it was just common decency? Evidently not.

I think I’d love working at a little boutique, where there is one of each size on the rack, and everything else is kept in back, so you have to communicate with an associate to try on something, instead of throwing over the clearance bin and leaving the sales floor an utter wreck.

It’s not “retail” that is the problem. I like fashion. I like working with clothes. I love helping customers find good outfits for whatever they need: work, wedding, parties, etc. God help me, I even like straightening the racks. But, I could do that more happily somewhere where customers aren’t mostly jerks trying their luck with expired coupons and such. Of course, I don’t really want to work somewhere I can’t afford the clothes I’m selling, but at retail wage, that’s mostly everywhere anyway.

My point is, retail workers work hard for very little money. I’m not asking you to do their job for them; they ARE getting paid to sort, fold, hang, and ring purchases, after all. I’m just asking that people get shown a little respect.

Alrighty, stepping off my soapbox. Back to your regularly scheduled blog feed!