Picked up
So I'm not looking that great lately....I'll be the first to admit. The fact that the boyfriend isn't working is stressing me out, school is stressing me out and grandma really hasn't been doing that well lately - and that is stressing me out. I am not the type of person that sheds weight when stressed - oh no - when I am losing it I indulge myself - usually with something that is going to make me look terrible in that $350.00 bridesmaids dress I have to wear in about 4 weeks.
So this morning - someone tried to pick me up at the garage. I was dropping off my car and some guy starts chatting it up with me. I always remain friendly with people - you never know that weird chatter could lead to some job leads or something. This guy asked me out to lunch.
It gave me a 10 minute - hey maybe I do look okay today - before the first underfed fashionista came in for her appointment today.
Friend's shower
I was asked to be a friend's maid of honor - which is great because I love weddings and all to do with weddings. Unfortunately - this seems to be the wedding from hell.
It's not because my friend is turning into some kind of Bridezilla (though she is getting damn close - but not her fault) It's just that it turned from "hey no pressure I want you to be my maid of honor" to "hey the dress is $350.00, my mom is impossible and you have to plan the shower with her and I want the shower in New York City and my mom won't leave New Jersey - good luck" I somehow roped myself into baking green tea cookies for the favors - actually didn't make these cookies we'd be giving away bags of nuts to guests as favors and I couldn't do that to the bride. The really hilarious part of this whole thing is that I work for the bride and she knows exactly how much money I make - but I am going into debt to be a good maid of honor.
I have started my "student internship" at my school's massage clinic - aka student slave labor. So far, I haven't had any bad experiences....though some fellow students have gotten some perverted comments. It really interesting to be entering a field that is sometimes associated with prostitution - some people perk up when I say massage therapy looking to get a free treatment and some look at me like I give professional hand jobs.
I am all ready looking forward to Thanksgiving - one) because that damn wedding will be over and my stressed out friend/boss will return to her normal state and two) because I plan on making this year's feast more kick ass than last year. Unfortunately, because my boyfriend and I come from such obscenely small families - we only have his parents, my grandmother (who disappears at gatherings), & his friend Ray and his wife. So I need to either find a bunch of foreign students at the local college who want a free meal or make a bunch of friends who hate their families before the holiday.
