soph

I was persecuted by the head of store at work today for my shirt, about which she could pinpoint no specific dress code violations, finally explaining earnestly to me that it wasn't fitting to "our" corporate image... totally disregarding my running shoes and hat, which are most blatantly not allowed! Bitch. I had to fake being understanding and obedient and then I just ignored her comments and asked the other managers if they had a specific problem with it, and when they dithered around for a while I decided to just completely ignore it. that felt good. I HATE being vaguely scolded by The Man for not being a boring dresser. and having to be subservient when I haven't broken any definable rules. Oh well, it was pretty funny, and caused a big murmuring hubbub among my comrades there, which is always satisfying and makes me smirk even more than usual... my best friend from high school (in DC) who now lives in Seattle is coming to see me tonight -- woo woo! she makes me very very happy and calm and joyful, and she should be here in a few hours. I have high hopes for tonight, I feel happy for no certain reason and I am trying really hard not to feel guilty about it. plus I wore the hottest dress in the world out thursday night, and everyone loved it and made me feel really good. Maybe I'll try to post a picture of it soon, it's ridiculously luscious... ok, I think it's time to start drinking. I can't let my good mood slip away into the computer's buzzy glow.