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I have this top that I have paired with a daringly wee (for me) black skirt, a tiny black shrug, and will wear with a pair of black heels.

What the HELL do I put on my legs. It is winter! And I ALWAYS wear black microfibre tights unless it's over 10 degrees (celsius) outside. I won't go bare-legged. Do I dare to track down fishnets for a fat chick? Do I just go with nude hose? I DON'T KNOW. SOMEONE HELP.

I didn't want to go to the company Christmas party this year. Our office has actually been part of a larger... thing... of other optometry offices across the country since 2008, and this year's party is actually a big party being held by head office for all the offices in Calgary. And those head office types, too.

But I kind of got emotionally blackmailed into it by one of the very few co-workers I have who have worked for the office longer than me. Dear sweet Dennis. Anyway. Dude totally emotionally blackmailed me into going. There are going to be prizes and a draw and shit. I BETTER WIN SOMETHING LET ME TELL YOU because I do. not. want. to. go.

In other news, we were already down a body in the office. Someone got let go. And then someone else got sick. And then someone else went on vacation--she spends the majority of November through March in Palm Springs. And then ANOTHER someone else got sick. WE HAVE NO STAFF OH SWEET JESUS. So I have lived at work the last few days.

Our office manager gave me a mall gift card as thanks for all my help, so I put it toward that shirt there. And I got a hug! From my manager. Made me feel good. I have not been doing well, and it's getting harder and harder to get out of bed, so it was kind of nice.

And then! AND THEN!! I was all prepared to pull another ten-hour shift, and Doctor H kicked me out. I protested. I was all like blah blah, missed a ton of work, missing more this pay, missed some already this pay, I am ready. And he's all "You've worked really hard and you've done so much and so please go home and rest" and I'm all "... Are you telling me to go home?!" and he's like "YEP. GET THEE GONE WOMAN." And I was flummoxed. My ox was thoroughly flummed. But I took my gift card and bought that shirt after trying on EVERYTHING I wanted to, and yeah.

That's my story.
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