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Oct. 24th, 2002 12:56 amSo, today was all right. Could've been better, could've been worse. Peppy got us MCAs together for a short meeting, talking to us about the standards for a ready-all-day rack. And shit like that. All "there should always be a dust rag around, so you can dust the racks." I was like "how often?" and she was like "it's part of ready all day." So, every day, in other words. Um, no. I'm sorry, but get real. That is never going to be feasible, considering the amount of people we have, and shit like that. Not going to happen. But I just inwardly rolled my eyes, and nodded. Like, "Just smile and nod, Rachael. Smile and nod."
I'm glad I didn't say yes to working last night, because I'll be working every night for the rest of the week. Well, except for Saturday, when I only work this little four hour shift, in the morning/early afternoon. I need money, but I'm kind of glad I work less hours next week. As long as it doesn't become a common thing, it's cool.
But anyway, the night went all right. Sort of almost-busy for a Wednesday night, but slow enough to not be rushed, and allow me to screw around with stuff and make things look nicer. My hair looked kind of purty and healthy (though a little bla, because the highlights are fading, and the roots are growing out), but I was having one of my body image issues days. Seems those are going around, right now. I wore my new black pants for the first time today, and wasn't too crazy about how I looked in them. I mean, I looked okay, but I was just feeling all disatisfied with my appearance all day, like in general. Ugh. Looking at other women, and feeling all inadequate and shit. Feeling bad about having gained a couple pounds, even though I sort of tried to before, because of the whole pants not fitting thing. And everyone's all "don't lose more weight!" but whatever, I want to. But then I'd have an even harder time finding pants that fit. What a pain in the asshole. Sigh. I guess I could just try to start working out again more, to tone up. Even if I did, I probably still wouldn't be satisfied, though.
I'm glad I didn't say yes to working last night, because I'll be working every night for the rest of the week. Well, except for Saturday, when I only work this little four hour shift, in the morning/early afternoon. I need money, but I'm kind of glad I work less hours next week. As long as it doesn't become a common thing, it's cool.
But anyway, the night went all right. Sort of almost-busy for a Wednesday night, but slow enough to not be rushed, and allow me to screw around with stuff and make things look nicer. My hair looked kind of purty and healthy (though a little bla, because the highlights are fading, and the roots are growing out), but I was having one of my body image issues days. Seems those are going around, right now. I wore my new black pants for the first time today, and wasn't too crazy about how I looked in them. I mean, I looked okay, but I was just feeling all disatisfied with my appearance all day, like in general. Ugh. Looking at other women, and feeling all inadequate and shit. Feeling bad about having gained a couple pounds, even though I sort of tried to before, because of the whole pants not fitting thing. And everyone's all "don't lose more weight!" but whatever, I want to. But then I'd have an even harder time finding pants that fit. What a pain in the asshole. Sigh. I guess I could just try to start working out again more, to tone up. Even if I did, I probably still wouldn't be satisfied, though.
