Thursday, August 31, 2006

I’m not in a great mood

When I called my mom and told her about what I’m assuming is a failed job interview, she didn’t react how I expected her to. No, "oh, that’s too bad" or "I’m sorry to hear that" or "maybe next time."

Instead, it was something about looking at what I’m doing wrong and pursuing a different avenue, because this one is clearly not working for me.

Gee, thanks. I appreciate your sympathy.

My sister moves back to school today. I’m slightly bummed out about it; with Jay out of the picture, we had a really nice summer together. Like things used to be.

Last night, Lucy, Meg and I frosted the 300 cookies we baked (and subsequently froze) a few weeks ago. Thankfully, the frosting process was much shorter than the baking process.

After we finished up with the cookies, Lucy and I sucked it up and went for our Mystic Tans.

WHICH DID NOT WORK.

I just called Lucy to confirm that her skin tone has not changed in the slightest. It isn’t my eyes. It was the sham that is the Mystic Tan.

Lucy is just as pasty white as I am; we both requested the level one "tan."

Level one cannot be "color of recycled all-purpose office paper." No. There must be a problem.

I’m going back. Today. And I’m expressing my outrage and my concern and I will get naked in that little booth again and they will make me tan.

Tan for me, though. Not tan for Pam Anderson.

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

My mom said the same thing to me when I was 9-months jobless and very frustrated, and I had a similar reaction. But then, as is so often the case, I realized she was probably right ... and had a job two weeks later. I'll never know if that honest look is what changed things, but it did make me a little more open to that lovely foe, "constructive criticism." :) Good luck to you!

M said...

Ooh, they better get you tan! It's so expensive! I am scared to do it. How many levels are there?

 
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