Weird day at work today. I set the alarm early to give myself plenty of time to make myself presentable, and then ended up not even brushing my hair. Within the first five minutes of work, I splashed coffee cream all over my face, hair and the front of my shirt. It was the perfect porno cum shot. I could not have done that if I tried. I wiped it off my face & hair, but still had incriminating-looking stains on my shirt all day. Guys kept having trouble keeping a straight face. The first customer of the day showed up and when I walked over to talk to him (with messed up hair, yesterday's make-up and a pseudo-cum-stain on my shirt) he took one look at me and said "Whoa...Good weekend?" 
I did have a good weekend, though. Impressive, since I only had the one day off. Thanks to Cilantro and her roomies for an excellent party. The only downside to the last couple of days was losing my purse when it fell off my scooter. It's mostly my fault, since I was a) trying to carry waaay too much stuff b)in the dark and c) speeding when I hit a bump (I'm not proud). I drove around for a while in the dark trying to find it but had to give up because I was about to run out of gas and I had no money to buy more. I was just about to declare myself royally fucked (locked out of my house, freezing cold, broke, hungry and without enough gas get anywhere) when I got back and found my roommate at home. She'd already gotten a phone call from a nice upstanding young surfer bum who found my purse and dashed out across four lanes of traffic in the dark to rescue it! He kept apologizing for the fact that it got run over once or twice because he had to wait for a break in traffic! I didn't get to meet him when I picked up the purse, but I'm going back with a reward some time this week and I'm really looking forward to it
It must be a full moon, because it was a day of quirky requests and weird suggestive comments at work. Mercifully, the two did not go hand in hand; the weird requests were of a non-inappropriate nature. Although, the nice older gentleman who keeps loaning me riding gear has suggested that I familiarize myself with motorcycles (the natural next step up from my scoooooter!) by going out for a ride on the back of his.
I wish he was easier to read so I could tell if there is any subcontext. (I'm disastrouly bad at that kind of thing) It'll be hard to fit into my already-busy schedule of taking candy from strangers and climbing into vans with tinted windows to see the puppies. 
The goal for tomorrow is to get as much done on the Halloween costumes as possible. Looks like I'll have a lot of extra fun fur, so I'll need to find something weird to do with it. Ideas?
I did have a good weekend, though. Impressive, since I only had the one day off. Thanks to Cilantro and her roomies for an excellent party. The only downside to the last couple of days was losing my purse when it fell off my scooter. It's mostly my fault, since I was a) trying to carry waaay too much stuff b)in the dark and c) speeding when I hit a bump (I'm not proud). I drove around for a while in the dark trying to find it but had to give up because I was about to run out of gas and I had no money to buy more. I was just about to declare myself royally fucked (locked out of my house, freezing cold, broke, hungry and without enough gas get anywhere) when I got back and found my roommate at home. She'd already gotten a phone call from a nice upstanding young surfer bum who found my purse and dashed out across four lanes of traffic in the dark to rescue it! He kept apologizing for the fact that it got run over once or twice because he had to wait for a break in traffic! I didn't get to meet him when I picked up the purse, but I'm going back with a reward some time this week and I'm really looking forward to it
It must be a full moon, because it was a day of quirky requests and weird suggestive comments at work. Mercifully, the two did not go hand in hand; the weird requests were of a non-inappropriate nature. Although, the nice older gentleman who keeps loaning me riding gear has suggested that I familiarize myself with motorcycles (the natural next step up from my scoooooter!) by going out for a ride on the back of his.
I wish he was easier to read so I could tell if there is any subcontext. (I'm disastrouly bad at that kind of thing) It'll be hard to fit into my already-busy schedule of taking candy from strangers and climbing into vans with tinted windows to see the puppies.
The goal for tomorrow is to get as much done on the Halloween costumes as possible. Looks like I'll have a lot of extra fun fur, so I'll need to find something weird to do with it. Ideas?