thoughts on doing your make-up at work

Guess who woke up late again?

If you guessed it was the hot-mess intern who is really only masquerading as a professional, you'd be correct.

At 6 o'clock, my alarm went off, and I gently - lovingly - touched the snooze button. Or it might have been the off button. Because my butt rolled out of bed at 7:16, and me, myself, and I had a slight panic attack. Just a slight one.

I was only the teeeensiest bit late though. Which means I had to do my makeup at my desk, and hope no one walked in. I think it came out okay?

The longer I look at this, the more freaked out I get. Did I mention that I don't like eyeballs?

You know what's funny though? The light is actually better here than in my bathroom at home ...

Interesting.

Anyway. Today should be fun; my department is having our gift exchange luncheon, which traditionally lasts from noon til at least 2:30, and then tonight I'm possibly finishing up Christmas shopping with one of my oldest and best friends.

And, for those of you interested, the tree is still up, and the cat is still alive. Season of miracles.

The tree still isn't decorated though.

Anybody have any fast make-up at work tips?

Venting

Excuse me while I get on my imaginary soapbox for a sec, in a

(somewhat)

poetic way.

*ahem*

1. WHY ARE BOYS SO HARD TO SHOP FOR?

     Self explanatory.

     I'm pretty sure the men in my life are the pickiest,

most expensive-tasted people

on the planet.

And I haven't the foggiest what to get ANY of them.

On the other hand, this website is pretty much the coolest thing ever.

Not even kidding. Check it out.

I would like some of these things

myself.

Season of giving notwithstanding.

If anyone is interested.

I don't know what this says about my sense of humor

2. WHY PULL OUT IN FRONT OF PEOPLE IN SUCH AN ALL-FIRED HURRY WHEN YOU'RE ONLY GOING TO GO UNDER THE SPEED LIMIT?

I hate when people do this.

hatehatehatehatehatehate it.

I'm an over-the-limit (but safe, mom!) driver.

And I will gladly let people go in front of me, because hey,

life isn't a race and it's the nice thing to do.

But when people cut in front of me, I fully expect them to continue

moving with their foot slammed on the gas the way they

must have to cut in front of me.

Since I truck along pretty good myself,

it takes quite a bit of effort on their part.

So please, have the courtesy to at least

*hit*

the speed limit.

Not unreasonable.

3. WHY CAN I NEVER WAKE UP ON TIME?

     I guess this doesn't count, since it's more of a personal failing.

Usually I struggle with this, but holy cheesus,

for some reason,

6 am just is not happening these days.

On Trees and Things

So, this weekend. Oy.

Saturday night was my company's corporate Christmas party. It was fancy. Some people were wearing gowns, that kind of fancy. Obviously not my comfort zone. A live band was there (they were horrible though: proof that money doesn't neccessarily imply good taste) and the first hour was open bar, meaning, of course, that by the end of that hour most people were feeling preeeeety good (did I mention that the party began at 6? No?). Through a series of odd coincidences I ended up sitting at the best table there; all the way in the back corner, and right next to the bar, which my table-mates took full advantage of. Five hours later, we were the last people to leave. And that was only because the founder of the company came over and (very politely) asked if he was going to be paying for breakfast as well. Most of the night is probably not internet appropriate, so let's just leave it at that.

My family got our tree, too. Every year we get out to the tree lot exceptionally late. I think it's a game between my parents, to see how long they can avoid getting one. The plus side of this is that the lot owner knows us, and always knocks the price down. The downside is that there aren't many trees left by the time we get there, so we don't always find the best trees. I have a soft spot for Charlie Brown ones though, so it usually works out. Our tree this year though? She's a beaut. And at $25 dollars, you can't beat that with a stick.

Our cat is absolutely going to destroy it though. It's her first Christmas in the house, and I have a feeling we're going to have to hog-tie the tree to the wall. If both tree and cat escape the holidays unscathed, it'll be a minor Christmas miracle.