Drag Ass Day and Other Sundry

The second I got to work today, I was climbing the walls to get out. I hate slow days because they are just so drag ass. I think not going outside all day also contributed to my cubicle cabin fever.

I think my department has one of those entertainment curses. Like the Different Strokes curse. The Poltergeist curse is more like it. It appears that three salespeople's fathers have passed away in the last year. The third death happened yesterday. Not to mention our new assistant/junior salesperson's father is very sick right now. Bad things happen in three's. I sure hope this is the case, the curse will come to an end, and we can become sane again. Enough!

I connected with some co-workers yesterday over our experiences moving to NYC. Sometimes I get wrapped up in what outsiders have to think about this city and how to survive here that I forget there are millions people like me who have gone through the same thing; and worse. I spoke with my friend J last week. I hadn't talked to her in ages. I filled her in on the recent water woes in my apartment. She assured me she had gone through this at least a ton of times. I then opened up an issue of Time Out NY and saw a question about getting a landlord to fix a leak in the ceiling. Sorry to be cunty, but I have the courage to admit that if you don't live here, your opinions about my living conditions as they apply to yours really don't matter. Snap!

Was so frigging pissed today at La Redoute. I ordered a few tops, and when I entered my shipping address and confirmed the order, it came back to me that it was shipping to my home address. Not where I wanted it to go. Nope. No can do. After I spoke to a few people I was informed that it was impossible to change the order or even cancel it to reorder under the correct address. Bastards!

Got my eyebrows threaded at a place called Bombay Beauty Salon. Don't go thinking I went someplace special. It's always the same set up with the Indian threading salons. Tiny, plain, heavily mirrored and over lighted. There are so many of these places in Midtown it's hard to figure which ones are the pros. I get the feeling that like Europa Cafe, many of them are owned by the same people. Being too lazy to go to my regular spot, I figured that the huge NY Post newspaper clippings promoting the place that hung in the window gave some kind of indication I wouldn't walk out without eyebrows. I'm lucky because I'm so fair, I don't need to go regularly, just once in a great while for a re-shape. Hurts like hell though. Feels like razor blades are skinning across your brow line. Ouch!

Shelter duty tomorrow. I hope that all goes well. The coordinator mentioned that I'll be volunteering with a newbie.