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and now, the randomness of it all!
Oct. 23rd, 2010 09:27 amI haven't had a proper update post in a while around here. Not a whole lot has been happening on my end, but here's the gist of what's been going on.
Dad finally got a job! He was called back to Roadway, but he actually got a maintenance position with Macsteel in Chicago. This way, he has a more steady work schedule and he's not on the road all the time. But he's still driving us nuts around the house.
*tangent* My work schedule still sucks. I'm schedule to come in on Halloween at 9:45 AM. I'll be at the Art Theater for the Halloween showing of Rocky Horror the previous night, so I'll be a nice cranky mess that morning. And they have me for a midnight shift this coming Friday. UGH.
*tangent* Speaking of Halloween, I really need to get on the ball and work on Kevin's Halloween costume. (Note to self: stop by Factory Card Outlet and see if they have kazoos.)
*tangent* I posted about it over at![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
customers_suck. I had a customer a couple of days ago make a crack about my acne. He told me I "should get my rosacea taken care of." I told him it's adult acne, not rosacea. He tells me, "No, that's rosacea, I should know, I've worked in pharmaceuticals for over 30 years. You should get it taken care of."
You know...why can't people just keep their fucking mouths shut about the way I look?! And I was having a good skin day, too. I've been using the Murad acne complex system for the last two weeks and so far, so good. (We'll give it two more weeks for my 30-day trial.) But when you feel the need to give me unsolicited advice about my skin condition and have the nerve to tell me, "Don't take it personally"....well, too late. You don't know me, and you don't know how unsettling it is to hear shit like that from total strangers and how self-conscious I am about my face in the first place. But yeah, he really angered and upset me to the point where I was crying about it. Why do all the asshole customers have to come to my register?
*tangent* On a good note, I've lost five pounds! *does the happy dance*
Dad finally got a job! He was called back to Roadway, but he actually got a maintenance position with Macsteel in Chicago. This way, he has a more steady work schedule and he's not on the road all the time. But he's still driving us nuts around the house.
*tangent* My work schedule still sucks. I'm schedule to come in on Halloween at 9:45 AM. I'll be at the Art Theater for the Halloween showing of Rocky Horror the previous night, so I'll be a nice cranky mess that morning. And they have me for a midnight shift this coming Friday. UGH.
*tangent* Speaking of Halloween, I really need to get on the ball and work on Kevin's Halloween costume. (Note to self: stop by Factory Card Outlet and see if they have kazoos.)
*tangent* I posted about it over at
customers_suck. I had a customer a couple of days ago make a crack about my acne. He told me I "should get my rosacea taken care of." I told him it's adult acne, not rosacea. He tells me, "No, that's rosacea, I should know, I've worked in pharmaceuticals for over 30 years. You should get it taken care of." You know...why can't people just keep their fucking mouths shut about the way I look?! And I was having a good skin day, too. I've been using the Murad acne complex system for the last two weeks and so far, so good. (We'll give it two more weeks for my 30-day trial.) But when you feel the need to give me unsolicited advice about my skin condition and have the nerve to tell me, "Don't take it personally"....well, too late. You don't know me, and you don't know how unsettling it is to hear shit like that from total strangers and how self-conscious I am about my face in the first place. But yeah, he really angered and upset me to the point where I was crying about it. Why do all the asshole customers have to come to my register?
*tangent* On a good note, I've lost five pounds! *does the happy dance*
