Tag Archives: changes

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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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.