cadavre

Cadavre is officially employed

I filled out my paperwork and watched the training video for my new job at Bath & Body Works yesterday. I was hired to do what they call "floorset", which means I will be setting up all the tables and shelves on the show room floor and filling all of the boxes and vases with the product. This position is only schedule once, maybe twice a month, but it's fucking something. I don't know what my pay rate is, but I really hope it's a good amount above minimum wage because 1. I only work at night and 2. It's manual labor, I'll have to move and unload boxes, use ladders and all that goodness.

I was told that because I am floor set (and there really won't be an opportunity for me to be regular staff until MAYBE September or October) that the dress code really doesn't apply to me. I get to wear a tee shirt and jeans to work and I can keep the blue that I do have. That being said, I don't want to do the drastic mohawk in a way I can't hide, but I still fucking want it. So I need help on how to have a mohawk that I can hide, even if it's just with letting my hair stay down all the time. Please help

Like I've said before, I've been swirling in a deep hole of depression lately. While having a "job" kind of helps, I need something more. I've been reading like mad...but what I really need is affection. I've tried talking to Corey about how I feel and my needs, but sometimes it feels like it goes in one ear and out the other. I know he's dealing with a lot between finishing school and the crap at work...but I still need him. I feel like I asked and begged too hard so the victory isn't as sweet, but at least the seed is planted, and he left me little notes the other morning that said " I love you" on the fridge and my laptop. I do strange things when I sink into depression. Either I mope around and go catatonic, or I go insane. I have the benefit of not being a comfort eaterm I'm more like a comfort dieter. I also went insane with the cleaning.

At first it started out that I was hurt by my mother's criticism of my cleaning skills (true, I didn't try too hard for their visit). Then the depression reallly hit. And I started scrubbing the cupboards and baseboards of my kitchen. Then Miss Elipsis sent me a text saying she wanted to come hang out next week (let me know what day honey!) so the cleaning evolved into making my apartment presentable. That said, I tore most of the cupboards open and scrubbed the shelves and organized the contents. Astrid decided to help:


Kisses for teh momma

I've decided to conquer one area at a time. And it's an on going project. But I keep getting bursts of energy. Corey walked in on my dancing around in heels to lady Gaga (DON'T JUDGE ME) with a spray bottle in hand. Apparently I'm ridiculously cute.

Also thought I'd share how Mr. Moliere is doing. I bought him a Ratatouille brand hamster Quiche Loraine. He loves that damn thing

He also loves french fries....

Astrid likes to run between my legs and pounce on whatever furniture is in the room I happen to be moving to. He pounced into bed and I had to snap this picture


And Corey decided to smash his face into jello...


Last night we went to see Inception. Fantastic movie, not a good one to see if you're having bouts of insanity.

Well...I'm setting off to have a lame, on my ass, maybe more cleaning weekend. I have my first day of work on Sunday. And I'll be around the rest of the time. Happy weekend SGland