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napoleonherselfTo-do today:
- Go to Target. Find clothes that might work as interview clothes for the job interview I have on Tuesday. Try them on, discover that the shirt is a bit see-through and the pants look dumb on my bizarrely-shaped form. Find ear-cup-style headphones that look comfy, have a cord long enough for my needs, and are cheapish. Buy headphones. Leave.
- Go to Old Navy. Find pants that I think would totally work as interview clothes. Try them on. Discover that they fit (note to self, the reason none of your jeans fit is because you need to go another size up), but that they are fashionably flared, and so are totally worthless. Curse Old Navy's name. Leave.
- Go home. Try headphones. Discover that they are rock-hard, painful, and give much, much worse sound than a dinky little not-ear-cup-y $7 pair I have. I didn't even know that was possible. Momentarily panic when the receipt is not in evidence. Sigh in relief when mom finds it in the car.
- Go to Best Buy. Find that they have no headphones that are A) cheap enough, B) long-corded enough, and D) ear-cup-y. Curse Best Buy's name. Leave.
- Go to Office Depot. Find headphones for $15 that look kinda small, and only have a 9-foot cord, but decide to bite the bullet and try 'em.
- Go to Mervyn's. Find that they have nothing even vaguely resembling what I'm looking for in terms of clothes. Curse Mervyn's very name. Consider giving them a reason to drop the yn's from their name and decapitalize the M, but decide not to. Leave.
- Get home. Find that headphones have even better sound than my old pair, which were $80 (although I got them free because of CyberRebateness). Proceed to take advantage of this by listening to bass-heavy industrial music.
Short version: I still don't have clothes for my Tuesday job interview, but I do have headphones. I love it when mom forgets that we don't have much money and goes out and lets me buy things.
Tomorrow I guess we'll be hitting up the maul and various clothing purveyors therein. My problem, I think, is that I'm not shopping for clothes the way you expect the standard female to be shopping -- I know exactly what I want. I want that. Dark gray Dickies-style workpants and white button-down short-sleeve dress-type shirt. This is what I want. I don't want to wander around trying things on because they're "cute" or because they match my shoes or some crap like that. Pants, shirt, thank you. Women's clothing stores, and the selections therein, are not friendly to such a mindset. But oh well.
La la la ding.
- Go to Target. Find clothes that might work as interview clothes for the job interview I have on Tuesday. Try them on, discover that the shirt is a bit see-through and the pants look dumb on my bizarrely-shaped form. Find ear-cup-style headphones that look comfy, have a cord long enough for my needs, and are cheapish. Buy headphones. Leave.
- Go to Old Navy. Find pants that I think would totally work as interview clothes. Try them on. Discover that they fit (note to self, the reason none of your jeans fit is because you need to go another size up), but that they are fashionably flared, and so are totally worthless. Curse Old Navy's name. Leave.
- Go home. Try headphones. Discover that they are rock-hard, painful, and give much, much worse sound than a dinky little not-ear-cup-y $7 pair I have. I didn't even know that was possible. Momentarily panic when the receipt is not in evidence. Sigh in relief when mom finds it in the car.
- Go to Best Buy. Find that they have no headphones that are A) cheap enough, B) long-corded enough, and D) ear-cup-y. Curse Best Buy's name. Leave.
- Go to Office Depot. Find headphones for $15 that look kinda small, and only have a 9-foot cord, but decide to bite the bullet and try 'em.
- Go to Mervyn's. Find that they have nothing even vaguely resembling what I'm looking for in terms of clothes. Curse Mervyn's very name. Consider giving them a reason to drop the yn's from their name and decapitalize the M, but decide not to. Leave.
- Get home. Find that headphones have even better sound than my old pair, which were $80 (although I got them free because of CyberRebateness). Proceed to take advantage of this by listening to bass-heavy industrial music.
Short version: I still don't have clothes for my Tuesday job interview, but I do have headphones. I love it when mom forgets that we don't have much money and goes out and lets me buy things.
Tomorrow I guess we'll be hitting up the maul and various clothing purveyors therein. My problem, I think, is that I'm not shopping for clothes the way you expect the standard female to be shopping -- I know exactly what I want. I want that. Dark gray Dickies-style workpants and white button-down short-sleeve dress-type shirt. This is what I want. I don't want to wander around trying things on because they're "cute" or because they match my shoes or some crap like that. Pants, shirt, thank you. Women's clothing stores, and the selections therein, are not friendly to such a mindset. But oh well.
La la la ding.
