I Never Met a More Impossible Girl

A very special package arrived from The Darrien Segal yesterday along with my other goodies. Before I could even see the jewelry inside I first had to marvel at the presentation. I discovered why people prefer jewelers to department stores. It’s all about the presentation, baby. The cutest cellophane bag with white and green daisies held a white box embossed with her name. In front of the box was her card—one of those cards that doubles as art—inside the box was another card with a story. I’m a sucker for a good story. So there I was, primed and ready by just the packaging. I reached inside the felt pouch and pulled out one of her newest pieces. I’m now the proud wearer of her beech twig hoop earrings in sterling silver.

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The Poppy Flower ring (P7 in her catalog—go download it now!) is next on my list, but I’m not sure how long I can hold out for the beech twig rings!

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You should all be so lucky to add something wildcrafted to your collection. Now stop pinching your pennies and splurge on some Poison Berries or Australian Pinecones.

Loveliness abounds it seems. Just when I think I know what life has in store for me, something altogether unexpected happens. The BF went to Farmers’ Market and now my apartment smells like tuberose. I’m practically giddy from the pretty. I put the flowers all around the apartment. The aroma is almost intoxicating—like I might just spend the rest of the night inhaling, never exhaling. It’s nice to be surrounded by beauty. It reminds me not to waste the day away. If you keep your head down or your eyes closed, you might just miss out on something exquisite.

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I Took Up Croquet Today and I’m On Fire

Today has been all about the dramatic and the fantastic. I felt like pulling the covers up high and ignoring my alarm clock. We all have those days, but the bad thing is I feel this way every morning—especially on Mondays. But like a good girl I went to work. I was so busy working that I really only spent about an hour (cumulative) not doing “work” stuff. I didn’t get to e-mail back and forth with Gal Pals, I didn’t even get to finish doing my makeup during my coffee break; in fact, I didn’t even take a coffee break! That’s how busy I was! The University sure got their money’s worth today.

I recounted last week’s nitty gritty to my supervisor, who is finally back from her vacation. The story actually elicited a reaction when I told her all the crap people have been putting me through. She made me feel better about some of my frustrations, and for once didn’t add to them. Unfortunately, I can’t say the same thing about Dave. I was working on personnel paperwork for him and apparently he thinks I’m dumb, deaf, and retarded, so he went to HR behind my back. I got a lovely little zinger of an e-mail from HR telling me how to do my job, which I was doing already, thank you very much. He tried to make it up to me by telling everyone in the office that I should get a raise for being so on top of things. Too bad I don’t believe him—I’m petrified by what he might say about me during my review. He might still be pissed that I won’t help him make labels. Whatevs. He’s Label Boy, I’m the Timekeeper Mistress. We need new signs so he doesn’t forget, no more of this Admin Services b.s.

I left work a bit early to go on a magazine run. I never buy magazines, probably because my college-budget followed by my temp/shabby chic existence taught me to go without. Now I can afford them, but they’re just not even on my radar. The lovely Lucky 10-Key keeps me fashion forward (er, sorta, I’m not always such an apt pupil) and Notorious MAG keeps me updated with the latest celebrity gossip. It was nice to just get lost in the rows of pretty, shiny pictures. When I got home I was delighted by music from Amazon! Bitches finally sent my stuff. They were holding my order hostage until September, simply because I preordered something that’s not available yet! WTF? I complained and got my way. Amazon is just about the only place in the world that reacts when I bitch and moan—aside from my mother, but that’s an entirely different story.

The most fabulous thing of all happened at the magical six o’clock hour. I checked my stats and discovered that I met my goal for the month! Thanks to the 202 unique visitors that have visited so far. You are my newest, bestest friends in the whole wide world. Hello to Rhode Island, Canada, Germany, Belgium, Austria, Brazil, Australia, New Zealand, Netherlands, Portugal, Mexico, France, Finland, and UK. I haven’t left the continent, but Girl Friday has gone international!

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Taking Shots For Mother Nature

I made an impulsive decision last night around 10 PM.  I decided to put on my dancing shoes and head downtown for the unofficial-official sorority reunion.  You’ll never meet a bigger Anti-Sorority-Sorority-Girl than me.  I’m not even sure what that means, but whatever.  I’ve always been somewhat of a walking contradiction.

I only went because three of my favorite sisters were there egging me to come out and play.  I would have felt a lot better if Lucky 10-Key was there to go as moral support, but alas, she couldn’t make the trip.  We did miss you so!

I learned a few things:
  1. Black tops are the new black pants.
  2. People don’t change, but maybe our perceptions of them do.
  3. It pays to be polite, charming, and detail oriented.  I remembered lots of little things about everyone, and was sure to find out the latest regarding their families, significant others, jobs, and hobbies.  It makes for good conversation and even better stories.
  4. The bar that used to smell like a toilet now looks like it’s trying really hard to be a New York City club like Home or Bed.  I have news for the club owner:  NYC clubs don’t have cheap videos of girls swimming in your backyard pool and fake iPod commercials projected on the walls.
  5. I’m no spring chick(en).  We stayed until closing, but I didn’t go to sleep until almost 4 AM.  Why?  I smelled like a club kid, and I’m so…not.  So I had to shower.  Needless to say, waking up at 9:30 was hard.  The day was only bearable because I had a double vanilla latte, a cup of regular Kona coffee, a blended white mocha, and a Diet Coke.  The hang over really didn’t start to kick in until the afternoon, if that makes any sense.  I haven’t drank that much since The Pink Fairy came to visit in March!
  6. Being Girl Friday isn’t so bad.  Actually, it’s not bad at all.  A few of my fellow writing sisters admitted that they have let their dreams lag.  Mine is still in full force.  One said that at the end of the day the last thing she wants to do is write.  At the end of my day, the only thing I want to do is write.
  7. I know who I am.  I like who I am.  I don’t need to start a starvation diet.  I don’t need a (faux?) 2-carat diamond ring to know I’m loved.  I don’t need to be anyone but me.  (I still took two shots of vodka, just in case.)
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