2) Baby, Baby, Baby. “The baby couldn’t be cuter,” I remarked yesterday. But yesterday I was a fool, for today she is somehow even cuter.
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
Two Things
1) I’m desperate for Holly to give birth. I just want to meet this baby soo bad. I know he’s going to be precious and delightful and adorable, and I just want to know what his little face looks like and what his cheeks feel like when I slurp them like pudding. I can’t imagine what it must be like for Holly, lugging him around with her for the past nine months, but still not fully knowing who he is.
2) Baby, Baby, Baby. “The baby couldn’t be cuter,” I remarked yesterday. But yesterday I was a fool, for today she is somehow even cuter.
2) Baby, Baby, Baby. “The baby couldn’t be cuter,” I remarked yesterday. But yesterday I was a fool, for today she is somehow even cuter.
Stephenie...
07/21/09
Thanks to the summer death heat, no one is around the outdoor shopping center in which TB&WC lies. Which means no clients. Which means I’ve been doing a lot of reading. I just finished The Host by Stephenie Meyer and I absolutely loved it! It was sooo much more romantic than I expected. It definitely wasn’t very Twilight-esque, but she is so good at making you fall in love with characters (mainly man characters) and pulling you in so that you never want to put the book down and you feel like you lost some friends when you finish reading it, that it reminded me of Twilight in that sense.
Thanks to the summer death heat, no one is around the outdoor shopping center in which TB&WC lies. Which means no clients. Which means I’ve been doing a lot of reading. I just finished The Host by Stephenie Meyer and I absolutely loved it! It was sooo much more romantic than I expected. It definitely wasn’t very Twilight-esque, but she is so good at making you fall in love with characters (mainly man characters) and pulling you in so that you never want to put the book down and you feel like you lost some friends when you finish reading it, that it reminded me of Twilight in that sense.
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
Wednesday, Thursday, Happy Days!
Wednesdays and Thursdays fill me with joy. Hope, my roommate at work, uses the room those days and I fill those days with sunshine and salt water. I figure that since I will never have another summer vacation as long as I’m a working woman (and I’m only going to stop working to have babies…aka vacation ruiners) I should take advantage of my mid-week 2 day break and use it as my vacation time. I go to Marine street beach every week, and am sporting a pretty decent tan (for an esthetician). I know it’s bad that I allow myself to bake, especially since I know the great effort my little melanocytes make to keep me safe from the sun’s harmful rays, but I just love being tan. Sorry little melanin friends.
Specs
Oh yes, I got glasses.
If I were Stephenie Meyer I would leave the next several pages blank for a more dramatic effect. But I’m not Stephenie Meyer.
I started to realize several months ago that my eyeballs were being ridiculous. It was like when I would try to focus on something new, they would scramble to see what I was directing them at. I felt like a cartoon with my swiveling eyes. So long story short, I went to the optometrist and he told me that I’m far sighted. Perfect. So I got a prescription and some cute frames, and now I’m rocking glasses.
If I were Stephenie Meyer I would leave the next several pages blank for a more dramatic effect. But I’m not Stephenie Meyer.
I started to realize several months ago that my eyeballs were being ridiculous. It was like when I would try to focus on something new, they would scramble to see what I was directing them at. I felt like a cartoon with my swiveling eyes. So long story short, I went to the optometrist and he told me that I’m far sighted. Perfect. So I got a prescription and some cute frames, and now I’m rocking glasses.
Tova's Beautique & Wellness Dungeon
My boss, Tova, is a white Jewish woman from South Africa. I don’t know if it’s because of where she’s from, or if she’s just a miser, but that woman does not run the air conditioner. Ever. She prefers to keep the front door open. So that the cool breezes that don’t exist in Rancho San Diego can blow in. I’m a Browning, which means I sweat. Sweat+Makeup=not so cute.
Socially Inept...
07/06/09
I’ve always been aware that I am somewhat lacking when it comes to social situations. I find I often say awkward things and then I tuck myself away in a corner somewhere until I can slip away unseen and get in my little car, Ruby, and drive to the safety of my home. (Even keeping a journal is slightly horrifying because it requires sharing what’s in my head). I knew when I started Esthetician school that my ineptitude would be something I would probably need to work on, since I was getting myself into a profession that requires marketing, and meeting, and introducing, and talking, and blah blah blah. Tons of scary things like that. So I worked on it…a little bit, at least, and figured that the rest would just have to come naturally...this is not the case. I’m nowhere near being as extroverted as I’d like, and I prove that to myself over and over again just about everyday.
I had a guy walk in to the shop one day a few weeks ago. He was a decent looking guy (dressed nicely, hair short and groomed, etc). He was obviously a business man type of guy, as he started asking me about our internet/fax/phone provider and whether or not we wanted to buy a package deal, etc, etc. Well that day, I happened to have Baby Thinkpad with me (my laptop is a somewhat old school IBM Thinkpad) and my boss had her newer laptop out sitting on the front desk next to mine. And as the man talked about our internet provider, he gestured at the two computers sitting there and referred to them as the ‘company computers’. Now, instead of explaining to him that the little beauty in front of me was my personal computer, and the other computer belonged to my boss who wasn’t in the shop at the moment, I let him tell me his whole schpeal, only because I was too awkward to open my mouth. Oh and part way through his speech he said, “I’m sorry, I didn’t catch your name…” making me realize that when he courteously introduced himself to me, I failed to introduce myself to him. I just don’t think of those things!! Finally, when he was finished, I couldn’t think of anything helpful to say, so I just gave him my boss’ business card and told him he could call her on her cell. I’m sure she appreciated that… I just wanted to get him out of there though! I didn’t know what to say! Looking back on it though, I feel like saying, DUH, to myself. How did I not know what to say? So, I’ll keep working on that social thing.
I’ve always been aware that I am somewhat lacking when it comes to social situations. I find I often say awkward things and then I tuck myself away in a corner somewhere until I can slip away unseen and get in my little car, Ruby, and drive to the safety of my home. (Even keeping a journal is slightly horrifying because it requires sharing what’s in my head). I knew when I started Esthetician school that my ineptitude would be something I would probably need to work on, since I was getting myself into a profession that requires marketing, and meeting, and introducing, and talking, and blah blah blah. Tons of scary things like that. So I worked on it…a little bit, at least, and figured that the rest would just have to come naturally...this is not the case. I’m nowhere near being as extroverted as I’d like, and I prove that to myself over and over again just about everyday.
I had a guy walk in to the shop one day a few weeks ago. He was a decent looking guy (dressed nicely, hair short and groomed, etc). He was obviously a business man type of guy, as he started asking me about our internet/fax/phone provider and whether or not we wanted to buy a package deal, etc, etc. Well that day, I happened to have Baby Thinkpad with me (my laptop is a somewhat old school IBM Thinkpad) and my boss had her newer laptop out sitting on the front desk next to mine. And as the man talked about our internet provider, he gestured at the two computers sitting there and referred to them as the ‘company computers’. Now, instead of explaining to him that the little beauty in front of me was my personal computer, and the other computer belonged to my boss who wasn’t in the shop at the moment, I let him tell me his whole schpeal, only because I was too awkward to open my mouth. Oh and part way through his speech he said, “I’m sorry, I didn’t catch your name…” making me realize that when he courteously introduced himself to me, I failed to introduce myself to him. I just don’t think of those things!! Finally, when he was finished, I couldn’t think of anything helpful to say, so I just gave him my boss’ business card and told him he could call her on her cell. I’m sure she appreciated that… I just wanted to get him out of there though! I didn’t know what to say! Looking back on it though, I feel like saying, DUH, to myself. How did I not know what to say? So, I’ll keep working on that social thing.
Adventures in Marketing
07/02/09
When it comes to marketing, I’m really not the type to stand on a street corner and wave a sign. I prefer a more subtle approach…such as postcards. I found a really great website called VistaPrint.com and I make all of my business things through it. They have the prettiest business cards and postcards and brochures, and they’re really affordable too. Here’s where I’m going with this though, after I’d ordered a ton of business postcards offering discounts and services and all of my information, I realized I didn’t really have anyone to send them too. I got online and looked up programs where you can buy local addresses in bulk, but I’m a little too poor for that. So I thought of a much cheaper (free), much creepier way to get addresses… I call it “drive around the neighborhoods surrounding my little shop and make a super cute ‘I must be lost…’ face as I inconspicuously scribble down addresses in the notebook I keep hidden in my lap”. It’s not my favorite thing in the world to do, but it gets the job done. I really try to make it look like I’m lost, and luckily I don’t have a mustache or anything to make me look too creepy, so I think I pull it off pretty well. But I do feel kind of odd sometimes.
When it comes to marketing, I’m really not the type to stand on a street corner and wave a sign. I prefer a more subtle approach…such as postcards. I found a really great website called VistaPrint.com and I make all of my business things through it. They have the prettiest business cards and postcards and brochures, and they’re really affordable too. Here’s where I’m going with this though, after I’d ordered a ton of business postcards offering discounts and services and all of my information, I realized I didn’t really have anyone to send them too. I got online and looked up programs where you can buy local addresses in bulk, but I’m a little too poor for that. So I thought of a much cheaper (free), much creepier way to get addresses… I call it “drive around the neighborhoods surrounding my little shop and make a super cute ‘I must be lost…’ face as I inconspicuously scribble down addresses in the notebook I keep hidden in my lap”. It’s not my favorite thing in the world to do, but it gets the job done. I really try to make it look like I’m lost, and luckily I don’t have a mustache or anything to make me look too creepy, so I think I pull it off pretty well. But I do feel kind of odd sometimes.
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