October 2, 2003 – morning

Heart Walk! Heart Walk! Time’s running out to help sponsor our Heart Walk Efforts! Heart Walk! Heart Walk!

Damon: (yesterday) How many colors are in your hair?
Kim: (to Damon) More than there are stars in the sky, I suppose.
Kim: (to self) Must make hair appointment…

I’m developing a very odd sleep pattern. I hit the sack early — say, before 9 — and then my eyes open automatically at 3:00ish. So rather than going back to sleep, I’ve been getting out of bed at 3:00, which gives me time to putter around before I need to get ready for work. It’s odd, but I’m more awake when I get to work now.

I was desperately trying to get my hair to blow out straight, so I used one of the multitude of “products” in my medicine cabinet. This one’s called “Vinyl Glam” by Redken. Supposed to give it a shine, and it has a very pleasing scent to it — one that I can’t place.

5:10 rolls around, I hop into the Ion and drive to work. Aaah..very nice. The car’s almost a year old and still has that new car smell. Get to work, walk across the parking lot.

Funny, I still smell new car.

GAH!!! It’s coming from my head! The Vinyl Glam smells like new car! I smell like a new car!!!

Wt: 142, wholly undeserved.
Mood: Pleasant.
Work docket: Damon’s off today, so I’m flying solo here at South Jersey’s BEST Newspaper’s BEST website. Still working on the Millionaire contest. Still have jobfair stuff to do. And scrapbook, since today’s Thursday. Yesterday’s entire day was spent dealing with greenbar reports and other reports and going back and forth and manually verifying that charges that are listed on one report are listed on the other. My head hurt by 2:00. I didn’t even have time to put on my makeup!!! In any case, teaching me how to do financial reporting for the department is NOT making me want to become a manager. It makes me want to get pregnant so I can bow out of the working world for a while. 😉
Lunch: Going to grab a salad. Or go to the mall.
Afternoon: Take the Hopeslayer out for a walk. YMCA?
Evening: Guild meeting at 9:00 pm, if I’m still awake.
Proof that I’m a blonde: I purchased oatmeal bowls for work on Monday, and have forgotten to bring them in the last 3 days.

Forty-five degrees out, and the air conditioning in here is on. I have yet to take my windbreaker off. Can’t wait until tomorrow because 1) it’s jeans day and 2) I can wear a bulky sweater and be warm.

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October 1, 2003 – afternoon

Hey! My dogs’ names are trendy! Is that a good thing?

Max, Lucky Are Top Dog Names in NYC

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October 1, 2003

Fairy tales can come true, it can happen to you, if you’re young at Heart

Happy October! The site is pink in honor of breast cancer awareness month. Which has nothing to do with the Heart Walk fundraising that we’re doing. Yesterday we reached our goal (Thank you, Papa Turberville!) but if you still want to donate, of course there’s time! :)

Yesterday was a bunch of nothing. I’m learning how to do the weekly and monthly financial reports for the department. I’d say I’m being groomed for another position, but Damon will eventually learn the ‘numbers’ thing too. It’s a lot to wrap my mind around — Expenses, revenue, profit, cost centers, thick fan-folded greenbar reports. Yeesh.

I did manage to squeak out a visit to the gym last night at 8:30 (30 minutes on elliptical for overall skinniness, 60 stomach crunches for a flat tummy and whittled waist, 10 assisted chinups for buff arms, 15 heel raises for killer calves, and one very tired webdiva). My Smallworld fantasy football team, the Pirates of the Delaware, are now in 3rd place in our division of 10, due to my dumb-luck acquisitions of both Peyton Manning and Brett Favre. Heh.

Clothing-wise, I’m layered like a linebacker to counter the bitter chill of South Jersey’s BEST Newspaper. And wearing full-length pantyhose, by the way. 😉

Mood: Happy
Wt: 142.2, and facing grand challenge of bowlsful of Halloween candy in the apartment.
Especially the Hershey’s Special Dark miniatures. I adore Hershey’s Special Dark.
Work docket: I went from a pleasant level of work to an obcene amount. I have to sort through the hundreds of transactions on these greenbar reports to find 65 of a certain type. There’s a Health Care Job Fair coming up, and I have to do a promo for that. PLUS, I finally, FINALLY got stuff for the Milllionaire contest. The one that I’ve been waiting for materials on for over a week. Contest starts on Sunday. I knew that would happen. Plus I need to do some recipe updates, and Online Mall. Woah.
Lunch: Healthy Choice Chicken Parmigiana. I have no hopes for this one.
Afternoon: Rousing walk with the Hopeslayer, aka Max.
Evening: Dinner with my brother, John, in an effort to continue our very good sibling relationship even though life consistently yanks us in different directions. Yoga at 7:30.

Getting a bit nervous about the Heart Walk on Sunday. Will I be up to the challenge of five miles?!?

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Slide

About 9:00 this morning I walk to the ladies’ room and get the sinking feeling that something’s not right. My stockings are slooooooowly sliding down my thighs.

Crap. I yank them back up, but on the walk back to my desk they start to sliiiiiiiiiiiiiiiide down again.

Double crap.

So I grab my keys and tell Damon that I’ll be back in 10 minutes. Hike the tops up again, and make my way out to my car.

Sliiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiide.

I’m swimming upstream now…more people are coming inside. Out the door. Start taking brisk strides toward my car…

Sliiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiide.

The tops of my stockings slide down below the hem of my skirt, and continue past my knees within sight of at least two male employees outside. One of them a director. Crap.

“Hey, Kim…gonna buy new pantyhose?” the director bellows out…

I smile winningly…barelegged by this point…stockings puddled around my ankles, and holler back, “Looks like I have to, doesn’t it?”

I get into my car, with the Grace and Dignity that befits a Lady (even one with her hosiery around her ankles) and drive off to the 7-11 across the street.

Ten years ago, I would have been mortified. I would have gone home and called out sick the rest of the day. Nowadays, though, I have more confidence than ever. Cruddy things happen to people. If this is the worst thing that happens to me this year, I’m truly a lucky girl.

Note to self: ensure all hose at home are of proper size. Else, start wearing garter belt.

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