Fifty-seventh day of work selfie

I feel like I should have worn pants and a jacket today.  Despite the sunshine, it was so damn windy this morning.  And of course it’s always on the excessively windy or rainy or cold days that the buses decide to show up late.  The wind messed up my already messy hair even more.  But I’m going to go ahead and let my outfit embody spring even if the weather doesn’t.  I got this dress at a random tourist shop in Las Vegas and this sweater at a random store that used to be in Richmond.  My necklace and ring are from a random UBC vendor and my earrings are from a random mall kiosk.  The weather is actually a lot nicer in the afternoon and evening.  Perhaps I should wear a different outfit in the morning and then change later on?  But then would I have to take two work selfies if I did that?  Seems a bit excessive.  You know, even more so than the idea of taking daily selfies in the first place.

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Fifty-fourth day of work selfie

Its annoying how almost all of my dresses are too short to wear without leggings.  This one is just long enough.  You know how some places make pants in a long or tall size?  Can they make dresses like that as well?  I remember one time in high school, my friend let me borrow her short skirt, but on me it was more like a mini skirt.  I remember saying that a long skirt for her would be a short skirt for me, a short skirt for her would be a mini skirt for me, and a mini skirt for her would basically be a belt for me.

I asked my mom if this dress was too short when I was leaving the house and she was like “Just be careful when you’re sitting down, especially on the bus.”  I told her I probably wouldn’t get a seat anyway, so it would be fine.  The worst thing about wearing a short dress is having your legs directly against the gross bus seats when you sit down.  My friend told me to do the finger length test and put my arms by my side, and if the dress was past my fingers, then it was fine.  Is that an actual thing that people do?  Apparently they used to make employees do that when I worked at Jacob.  I don’t remember though, I guess I mostly wore pants there.

I got this purple dress from Urban Behavior at Metrotown (It always bothers me to write “Behavior” without a “u” in it).  I got the tank top underneath it from Jacob, when I worked at the Richmond Centre location before they went out of business.  The dress is really thin and would possibly be a bit see-through without it.  In which case, the length would no longer matter.  I got the floral jacket from Suzy Shier at Capilano mall.  My mom asked me if it was new. It’s not, but this is only the second time I’ve worn it.  The necklace and bracelet are both from Claires, the ring is from UBC, and the music note earrings are from a booth outside the PNE Marketplace.  My continually chipping nail polish matches my outfit again.  I really like that colour.  But apparently not enough to maintain a proper manicure.

Fifty-third day of work selfie

So for some reason I thought this dress was longer than it actually is.  Since it is in fact, above the knee, I had to quickly (badly) shave my legs a bit this morning in order to make wearing a dress acceptable.  I long for the day when hairy legs on women are no longer an issue.  Will that day ever come?  Or am I doomed to shave everyday for the rest of my life?  On Friday, I had thought about wearing this dress, but decided on a different one.  And it was a good decision too, since I found myself sitting beside a girl who was wearing this very dress on the way to work.  I’m glad we managed to avoid a “who wore it better?” competition on the bus.  I figured if that girl were on the bus again this morning, she wouldn’t be wearing the same outfit again so soon.  And I hoped that no one else would either.  I got the dress at H&M at Pacific Centre a couple months ago.  The matching green sweater is from Old Navy at Richmond Centre.  My necklace and ring are from UBC, my earrings are from a kiosk at Lansdowne Centre, and my bracelet is from Dollarama at Landosowne Centre.  After seven days, I finally washed my hair on Saturday.  As you can see, it is no longer straight.  I’m fine with my natural waves, I just wish there wasn’t so much frizz. 

Maybe the reason why I thought this dress was longer is because it was longer on that other woman who wore it. I should know by now that any dress is a short dress when I wear it.

Thirteenth day of work selfie 

I got this purple sweater dress from Bryan’s.  I remember one time I wore it with a belt, and then I took the bus, and then when I got off the bus, I realized I was no longer wearing the belt.  Sadly, the clasp had come undone, unbeknownst to me.  And I couldn’t find a replacement belt the day I wore it here, so I used safety pins to secure the front.  Because I’m resourceful like that.  Like MacGyver. I don’t know where I got the navy cardigan from.  Possible also from Bryan’s.  I used to buy a lot of stuff there, at the Lansdowne Centre location.  I remember my friend saying she wonders how they’re still in business.  Probably because of people like me.  This navy blue scarf with the flowers came in a three pack from Avon.  Which I’m still selling, if anyone cares.  I’m assuming no one does.  I don’t even care.  There’s only so much makeup and random stuff you can order for yourself before you realize you’re not really benefiting from this.  My silver heart necklace is from Payless.  Yes, I buy jewellery at a shoe store.  Because they have a decent selection of nickel free jewellery.  And it was shiny.  I bought this pair of wing earrings from a booth at Fan Expo Vancouver this year.  It was listed under Supernatural jewellery.  Because they’re supposed to represent Castiel.  I also bought a matching necklace, which I’ll be sure to wear another time.  Of all the fandoms, Supernatural is my favourite.  They have their own convention in August, which I kind of want to go to, although I heard from a friend that the people there tend to be crazier than the ones at Fan Expo.  And it’s kind of pricey.  So we shall see.

I’m glad it’s spring and it’s sunny and the weather’s nice, but a small part of me wishes I could go back to the cooler months and wear more of my sweater dresses.

A sign that I shouldn’t start blogging again

Today, being April Fool’s Day, life decided to play a cruel joke on me.  So yesterday when I got home from work, I made chicken, not because I wanted it for dinner, but because I wanted it for my lunch for today. Before I went to bed, I packed my lunch, a large container of rice, chicken, vegetables, and avocado. I was looking forward to it. Needless to say, I did not get to have it for lunch today. Did I forget it at home? No, that would be too easy. Where is my lunch now? Sitting on a bus somewhere. I left it on the damn bus. 

What’s particularly annoying is that I realized I’d forgotten it as soon as I got off, but by then it was too late. I watched the bus drive away, debating whether or not I should run after it. I work at a university, UBC to be specific. There’s a lot of construction, currently, and always, which makes it difficult to get around. At times, it can be like a massive obstacle course just getting from building to building. This being the case, I got off the bus at the stop before the bus loop, to save myself the time and effort of maneuvering around the construction in that area. Upon realizing what I left behind, I made my way to the bus loop, figuring that maybe, just maybe, I could flag down the bus before it left. Unfortunately for me, it took longer than I’d hoped, by the time I crossed the street twice and made my way over. 

Once there, I had no idea which bus was the bus I had been on, or if it was even still there. I saw a #43 bus, but it wasn’t the same #43 bus that I had been on. The loop is massive and buses are randomly parked and pulling up every which way. Some also change their number to NIS when they are parked, since they are not in service at the time. I tried to remember what the driver looked like, and I think I may have found the right bus. Sadly, I found it as it was driving away, out of the bus loop, and out of my life. Forever.

I called Translink but they have no direct contact with the drivers. I must have sounded so sad and pathetic reporting a lost lunch bag. But this wasn’t just any old lunch bag. In fact you would even know it was a lunch bag just by looking at it. It was one of those insulated ones that looks like a purse. When I would carry it around, it simply looked like it was a small purse. Not to mention the fork and the Tupperware container inside it. And the food. My food, damnit! I spent all day thinking about the great meal I could have had but didn’t. It doesn’t matter much in the grand scheme of things. But imagine if I had lost a twenty dollar bill on the bus instead. When you add up the cost of the bag and the food and everything, it’s basically the same thing. I also take care to prepare my lunch every day because I have some dietary restrictions which can make it difficult to find something suitable when eating out. I ended up having to buy a sad looking bagel sandwich, which was very unsatisfying.

 So yeah. First world problem at its finest. But why, you ask, should I take this as a sign that I shouldn’t start blogging again? Well, when I was getting off the bus, I was in the midst of publishing my previous blog post this morning. And that distraction is what caused me to be so neglectful as to forget my damn lunch purse on the ground beside my seat. For some reason, the WordPress app kept on logging me out of my account, as I tried desperately to save and publish my post. I managed to do so, but at what cost?

I suppose it could have also happened in order to give my something random and unnewsworthy to blog about right now. But it’s not as if I’m going to run out of material anytime soon.

Sometimes bus drivers are funny

When I was on the bus the other day, it was getting really full and people needed to move to the back so that other people could get on.

Bus driver: Can we keep moving back? Or I swear I’ll open this jar of wasps.