So the Moet on Magazine
is tonight. I worked today from 10 until 3. My boss was kind enough to give me a three hour break to go home, shower, get primped, and all that good stuff. I stopped by the hair salon to get my eyebrows waxed and ended up chatting up the owners about working there as a full time receptionist...again. They had interviewed me once already right after we moved to the city, but they had a whole list of people who wanted the job. I was also a little afraid I wouldn't fit so well there (since they were looking for a fashionably foward person...and I am, if anything, more fashionably eclectic
). That same day I got hired on at my current job and never really gave them another thought. Apparently they really
want me to work there and tried to call several times over the past couple months. I need more hours and a more stable pay situation, so I may end up there after all. I feel a little bad about leaving where I am, but you gotta do what you gotta do. Who knows. Things never seem to work out the way I want them to.
Anyway. What was I saying...oh yeah....the party tonight.
So here I sit, freshly showered and shaved, painting my fingernails. I'm a little terrified at the idea of wearing heels tonight. Last time I wore heels at the store, I ended up tumbling down the front steps and tearing a hole in my knee (I've got an awful scar to forever remember the experience
). I'm such a klutz.
I'm hoping things will get interesting once everyone has a little champagne in their system. I'm going to bring my camera and keep my fingers crossed.