Another holiday season has come and gone, a little too quickly for my liking. If I could have my way, Christmas festivities would last at least 14 days (minus all of the fatty foods day after day, but keep the alcohol intake and presents and pretty lights). I still have more Christmas celebrating to do, however, seeing as how my sister and brother-in-law have returned from their trip to Sweden, so I shouldn't jump the gun by saying it's over yet! I didn't set any New Year's resolutions this year, primarily because I think setting goals in January is bullshit. You can set goals any day, so why set them in the middle of a dreary and cold winter when you're likely to be unmotivated and have a case of the SADs (Seasonal Affective Disorder)? lol. I have the same goals now I had 6 months ago; I must continue to save money, and get the fuck out of here! Oh, and also, I'd like to finish my book by April. My bank account has finally reached $5,000, which I consider a major accomplishment seeing as how I've been paying student loans back and fighting the on-going urge to buy shit like this:
http://www.nastygal.com/clothes%2Dintimates/idle%2Dhands%2Dbodysuit
Sigh. I don't know what's wrong with me, but the material items I covet the most are the ones I will wear the least. Buying things like seasonal boots and jeans is just so fucking boring. That's why I need a job wear I can wear leotards and 5 inch heels and short shorts and latex leggings and sexy dresses.... and no, stripping isn't the profession I am leaning towards (though it might be lucrative ;p ). I never got those Jeffrey Campbell Lita booties for Christmas; my mom told me they looked like 'Frankenstein' shoes and that I wouldn't get any wear out of them (probably true, but also a little sad; I mean, I could dish out the $168 for the booties myself, but I can't be so frivolous with my hard earned Mollister dollars now can I?!).
The other Manager in Training at Mollister got fired for stealing money last week. She's the only bitch I truly disliked at work, so I'm really glad that she's gone, although now I'm covering her closing shifts. Oh well. That bitch was whack. The first day I met her she talked about growing up on a ranch in Virginia and having horses and told me about going to some design school in L.A. The next day she was telling me about growing up poor, with a mom who didn't work and supporting her younger brothers and putting herself through college. She also talked about going to her father's for Thanksgiving and a week later I overheard her telling someone her dad had been murdered. Shit just didn't add up. On top of that, she was always talking about her drug use (I don't care if you use drugs, work just isn't the place to discuss your acid OD). Furthermore, she talked about using a crystal pendulum to predict the end of the world. The most annoying thing about this girl though, was her continual talk of weight. She was a bit pudgy, but it looked good on her (some people carry weight way better than others). However, she was always talking about wanting to lose weight, saying things like "I used to be so tiny..." blah blah blah. She even kept pictures on her phone which she loved showing to people of herself when she was thinner like, 3 years ago. Dude. No one cares. On top of constantly bitching about needing to lose weight, she would order things like loaded cheese fries from Friendly's for lunch every day, and snack on cheese danishes and other shitty food. A week before she was fired, she came back from GNC with some crazy looking weight-loss pills, raving about how her friend had used them and they worked wonders. I wanted to smack her. Not only is that the lazy, slob's way out of losing weight, but diet pills are terrible for your health and basically like doing speed. The sad part is, this other girl I work with, who is relatively thin, came in and saw the diet pills and started raving about them too! WTF?! I didn't know so many people actually took diet pills at such a young age. I always thought they were for lard asses or old ladies (like in Requiem for a Dream) lol. There is nothing worse than being in a room of girls talking about their weight. I'm telling you, it's enough to drive a person to insanity.
