1. The work restroom is a sanctuary. It’s kinda funny/sad that the same place where folx drop turds (that word always cracked me up) is where a lot of us gals go to find solace during hectic work days. Three times this week I’ve walked in on 3 different women doing the most in the restroom.
-One was on the phone and crying uncontrollably (Been There)
-Another was standing at sink laughing at at a video on her phone (Been There)
-The other was staring mindlessly at herself in the mirror (Definitely Been There)
God knows how much I value peace in the restroom. So much so that he lead me to an abandoned one on the 3rd floor. I love that place. I believe I’m one of the few ladies in the building that uses it because the toilet seats are always up - indicating that they have been cleaned. It’s a beautiful place. A wave of respite instantly flows over me the instance I walk in. Sounds dramatic but I’m for serious.
2. What do you call someone who whenever the “big boss” rolls around to act like he cares what everyone is doing suddenly disappears? Me. I loathe talking to the big boss. He is so unbelievably fake. And I seem to be the only one that picks up on that. His voice, his face…everything about him makes me skin crawl. He just has that look, ya know?
3. I started birth control on the 1st of the month. Please Dear God, let my uterus still be intact. Please make me forget all about those horrible reviews of the pill I read online. Especially the ones that said that this brand is known for making gals suicidal and depressed. I actually cried the moment I swallowed the pill. Just knowing that I’m preventing a potential birth freaks me out. Of course I’m not ready to be pregnant, but still. I’ll be on this wretched pill for two years max and after that Esposo and I will be finding natural ways to prevent pregnancies or be the black Duggar’s. I’m not even kidding. Tampering with my reproductive system like this makes me just…ugh. I can’t even talk about it.
4. I start a knitting class on Saturday. Of course I don’t have room for an extra hobby but I don’t feel right unless I’m overwhelmed. Cyeah!
5. I love Florida but I can’t wait to leave. Esposo and I are diligently saving up to get to the DMV in the next year or two. And then after that I want to move out of the country. But somewhere that doesn’t have super high shipping costs. You know…so I can still get my beauty stuffs.
