Oct 06 2003
New Job
Since my beloved Giants were so horrifyingly and ignominiously defeated in the very first round of the World Series playoffs*, I no longer need to sit around the house watching baseball all day (when I’m not shopping, that is).
So what the hell. Might as well start working again tomorrow.
In order to be fit for public viewing, though, I’ve spent most of the day getting pretty again. Watching the playoffs doesn’t require much in the way of grooming, and after I realized that the cats didn’t pay any more attention to me if I wore make-up or accessorized, I just stopped bothering. Really, if there’s any creature alive who is more self-absorbed than I am, it’s any given cat.
So as I write this, I am dyeing my hair (multi-tasking: new employer, take note), and have already:
1. Had a massage to deal with pre-job stress;
2. Had my eyebrows waxed so when I raise them in disdain, as so often happens, they will look perfect;
3. Had my nails done. My toenails are now metallic violet (though this will be a secret from new employer, like my pretty lingerie, and will make me feel good in the same secret luxurious way), but my fingernails are sheer and natural and elegant in (I hope) a professional manner. I’m a Gemini – what can I tell you?
So now all I gotta do is figure out how to deal with the 8 to 5 grind again, and how to fit the gym into it. Stay tuned.
*Can I just say how much I hate Juan Encarnacion? And Josh Beckett is right behind him in Suzy world.