Going out in the field

I'll be MIA for a few days while I'm in Boston visiting the PIMs...and probably won't have access to a computer while I'm gone, so I'll be sure to make some mental notes of the craziness that ensues and report back from the field on Sunday.

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Somebody needs to restock the first aid cabinet

I bought new shoes yesterday – some cute little sandals, one pair in black and a different style in brown. I decided against my better judgment to wear the black ones today and by 8:12 AM I had already applied six band-aids to my feet. Total count for the day: eight band-aids, including two that replaced some of the original six.

Vanity, thy name is Liz. I had even packed my comfy old flat sandals in the car today and refused to put them on. I'll be sorry tomorrow.

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Speaking of vanity…

I went back for another bikini wax today. I dosed up with about a half bottle of Motrin before I went. All I can say is that it’s a good thing I wore those painful new shoes today, because it took my mind off the fact that my nether regions were throbbing. A new girl did it today and did a much better job of not globbing wax everywhere like the last girl did…not to mention that I didn’t tear up nearly as much after she did my brows. She even touched up my makeup after it was over, so it was a much better experience. Between the makeup help and the fact that a perfectly good pair of panties wasn't ruined by wax, I am a happy camper. Well, I am now that the pain is almost gone.

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Crying in my beer

The official job offer came through today and once the benefits and such were spelled out it was somewhat disappointing. I'm e-mailing a few questions for clarification tomorrow and will be giving them an answer when I return from Boston, but right now they would have to make some major adjustments in order for me to accept the job. I would have to give up a lot of benefits from my current job that give me a good quality of life, and the salary increase isn't enough to negate losing those benefits.

I'm disappointed, but sometimes things happen for a reason, right? Or at least that's what I'll be trying to convince myself of this weekend when I'm curled up with my bottle of Blanton's.

Have a great rest of the week, y'all. I'll be trying to behave myself. Note that I said trying.