. . . and it wasn't that bad.
i was impressed with the call center and trust me, when it comes to call centers, i am jaded. i was impressed with the actual facility, the equipment, the extent of the automation, and the overall morale and atmosphere. People walk down the halls here SMILING!
Tonight, Angel and i went and bought me some work clothes then stopped at Buck 'N' Loons for dinner since there is no food at home right now. i needed a few things to wear since my wardrobe i denim and black T-shirt based and there is none of that whole denim scene going on at Sprint PCS.
i was honestly looking at skirts.
It was so very creepy.
i would blame it on having an insane headache and not eating for so long i was shaking and weak, but i looked at those particular skirts the last time i was at Lane Bryant and wanted them.
What i want more than anything, though, is for my boobs to miraculously shrink about 50% so i can wear a bustier. There are some beautiful ones there that fit me, but my boobs just overflow and ruin the whole look till i want to cry.
Sometimes i hate being a girl. Other times, i just hate my boobs.
*Le sigh* Oh, well. i guess me and my massive mammaries will go get all slippery and wet now. Then i will crawl into bed, alone and try to {FINALLY!!!!} get some sleep. i have been up way too late every night for the last month, i'm completely drained and exhausted, but for some reason, i just don't think i'll be able to sleep {AGAIN . . .}. That sucks so badly that i can't even think of a suckism to describe the dizzying heights and spiraling depths of it's sucky-ness.
confessed on Tuesday, Apr. 02, 2002