This morning I woke up feeling awful, after tossing and turning for a couple hours, half asleep and wondering why I couldn’t get comfortable. Rolling pain in my stomach, but I couldn’t figure out if I was nauseous or had to poo. What the hell did I eat last night? Kababs, veggies, and couscous. WHAT IS SO OFFENSIVE ABOUT THAT??? WHAT THE HELL, DIGESTIVE SYSTEM?
It made for a very miserable morning at work, made worse by the fact that I had to stay an extra hour and a half because the store manager who was coming to replace me was running very late. Oh well, I could use the extra hours this week.
When she finally got there, she told me something that she’d been hinting out since my second week there. She would like me to train to be an assistant manager.
I’m flattered! I really am. But I told her to “hold that thought” for a bit - though I didn’t tell her why. I have a POSSIBLE MAYBE POTENTIAL FAINT CHANCE at a sciencey job, and if it happens, I’ll be pretty much ditching the store. Except maybe for occasional saturdays…so I can keep my discount.
SO THINK GOOD MOJO THOUGHTS FOR ME THIS WEEK.
After getting home from work and taking a nap, which seemed to calm my stomach for good, I headed out for my hair appointment. SUPER CUTE SUMMER CUT. I love my hairdresser. I found out her price has gone up by $10, but since I’m a good customer, she charged me the old rate, and then gave me a coupon for my next time for the old rate. Boo-ya.
I had an hour to kill before choir, so I decided to pretend to be a cool hipster yuppie and walk around downtown decatur.
seriously. If Atlanta was the blogosphere, Decatur would be where the cool mommy bloggers would live. You know the ones. It’s got a liberal, family friendly towny feel, with enough homeless around to maintain the liberal guilt at a moderate, but not too severe, level. There is a “downtown,” full of restaurants and shopping boutiques, and a central square with a sculptural fountain. At least the buildings are all legitimately old and the stores are independently owned. No Gap here.
I feel a bit like a fraud when I do this, because I really don’t fit it. I’m not a hipster parent pushing around an overpriced stroller and wearing clothes from the local indie clothing shop. I’m not a hippie psuedo grunge teenager writing poetry in my journal. I haven’t been thrown out of any of the shops, of course, but I was completely ignored by the employees of the hip indie fashion store that has replaced my favorite eclectic folk-arty gift shop. I learned why as I browsed through a rack of cute skirts - small, small, medium, small, X-SMALL, small, medium….
not even a LARGE. No wonder I didn’t rate on their attention meter.
I wandered around the square some more, and found a bookstore that had just moved there from a less desirable location. I enjoyed the air conditioning, sipped my iced mocha (starbucks hoar!), and browsed the comfortably cozy shop. Sometimes I get overwhelmed by the giant book stores - but Wordsmith’s was just the right size. I decided to play into my psuedo hipster role and picked up a book by David Sedaris, as well as John Hodgeman’s book, which I found on sale. And because I’m a rebel, I also bought the first book in a series of Japanese sci/fi books about vampires. HA! Take that, skinny hipster moms, with your cute shoes, and your indie designer sundresses! EAT A SAMMICH!!!
To complete my hipster experience, I found a picnic table in some cool shade (no mean feat in this heat) and read David Sedaris. At a nearby table, a gaggle of teens hung out and drank coffee (it’s 90 degrees out!) and acted too cool for the scene. One of the girls was wearing a sleeveless tunic over a black skirt and LEGGINGS. ANNNNND orange jellies. JELLIES! If she had been wearing a black belt around her top, I would have had no choice but to intervene. I will no doubt in a few years be feeling the effects of a youth spent in unsupportive jelies, swinging as high as I could on the swing set and then jumping off, landing hard in my jellies on the hard, sun warmed concrete ground.
Tomorrow I plan to take my hipster books, stuff myself into my bathing suit from two summers ago, and hang out by the pool for the first time this year. I will attempt to temper my blindingly white legs with a nice, even tan. It will be glorious. also HAWT.
Wow, Jelly shoes are back?! I loved those as a kid but they cut the shit out of your foot so they were evil.
I am glad your stomach is feeling better and good luck with science job!
Is there a way to postpone the ass. man. job until you know about the sciencey job?
Dang, you think YOU were out of place, think of me. I’m not only not hip, and not size S, but I’m OLD! LOL Next time, cruise over to my house, or call. I love me some Decatur Starbucks.
Jane - if I had had more than an hour, I would have. Plus I had a SWEET parking space on the square, with plenty of time on the meter. YOU DON’T GIVE THAT UP FOR ANYTHING!
Sylvana - I have put her off for now by telling her I’ll think about it.
Talis - also, when your feet sweat, they’d just slide around in the shoe, or the shoes would just slip off. who invented these things, anyway???
Sending lots of happy sciency mojo east to you!!
It SO sucks when there’s neat shit but not in our size, but there’s times you can fix it. It’s how I got my very cool knee-length black and red satin dragon jacket–told the vendor the year before that I’d even fork out extra to get his cool shit in my size. He’d probably have never gotten them in if someone hadn’t said something about expanding his size selection.
Next year’s quest–Licensed tees in sizes bigger than Mens’ Large.
I want a T-shirt from at least one of my favorite animes, damnit.
My mom wouldn’t let me wear jellies when I was a kid. I thought she was the meanest mom in the world until my godsister got cut by a broken piece of glass on the sidewalk because her jellies offered no protection like my LA Gears did.
And dude, have you seen Old Navy lately? It’s like a rehash of the seventies and eighties.
Seriously? I can’t belive they are back. Jellies were the THING. I got a new pair every summer (and picked the gravel out of the heel every day) up until high school. Then they just disappeared from K-mart. Come to think of it, K-mart all but disappeared.
But now… I don’t know if I’d wear them without orthotics.
Not that the $5 flip flops from Old Navy are any better.
Jellies. Fur realz? DAMN! I should have kept my collection. SHIT! SHIT! SHIT! Imagine the fortune that could be made on VINTAGE Jellies. Here’s hoping the weird science shit works out for you. Although, managing a store can end being lucrative.
Yeah - I was in Target the other day and saw jellies for sale!! I almost bought a pair for old times sake! Haha! GOOD LUCK on the sciency job! I can’t say I’m missing my old “sciency” type world at all. We love it here but I DO miss Decatur!!! The Brickstore used to be one of our favorite spots to go for a cold brewsky!