One hundredth day of work selfie

After all that colour, I thought I would go back to classic black and white.  I got this dress from the Guess outlet store in Las Vegas last year.  It’s a really nice summer dress, but I don’t wear it that often because I don’t wear white that often.  Because I’m a messy person and white always gets dirty.  Like I just noticed a tiny blue spot at the bottom of the dress.  I have no idea what it is.  Nail polish maybe?  I can’t think of any other blue substance this dress may have come into contact with.  It’s very small and unnoticeable though, thankfully.  Wait, I think I’ve gone and stained it slightly in another spot with avocado from lunch.  Damnit.  I knew this would happen.

My black blazer is new.  I got it from Winners.  It was just so snazzy looking that I had to try it on.  I had intended to save it for the fall, but it was cool enough out today that I thought I would bring it out early.  Everyone needs a black blazer as part of their professional wardrobe.

I got my necklace from Sears and my earrings from Payless.  My shiny bracelet is from Car Free Day on Main Street and my shiny black ring is from Carnaval del Sol at Conford Pacific Place.  Black and white doesn’t have to be dull if you glam it up a bit.

Seventy-second day of work selfie 

Oh my God, the smoke!  On the radio this morning, they were saying how it’ll be sunny today, but you won’t be able to see it through all the smoke.  It’s kind of cool in my office building so I’m still wearing sweaters inside.  I got this dress at Car Free Day on Denman a few weeks ago.  I thought it was a nice colour and nice design.  I got this sweater at Ross Dress For Less in the States a few years ago.  It’s not as thick as some of my other sweaters, so I thought it would be good for today.  My necklace is from UBC and my bracelet is from Dollarama.  My earrings are new, I got them at Car Free Day on Main Street a few weeks ago.  I got my ring is from Boca Raton Designs at Greek Day on Broadway a week ago.  I think it’ll fit a lot better in the winter when my fingers don’t swell so much from the heat.  

Forty-third day of work selfie

I am just so in love with this colour.  This bright royal blue is my absolute favourite.  I bought this blazer when I was shopping with my friend at Forever 21 downtown on Robson street on St. Patrick’s Day.  Yeah, while everyone else was out drinking in bars, we were out shopping for clothes.  Because that’s what we do.  It was the day before my last day of work at my previous job and I thought I ought to buy some more professional looking clothing for my new job.  This blazer didn’t have a price tag on it, but it turned out to be a decent price for a blazer.   I remember while we were there, my friend found a shirt that said “Leave me alone” and suggested I should wear it as a joke on my last day of work.  Unfortunately, they didn’t have it in my size.

I got the black top at Sears at Richmond Centre before they closed down.  I think my dad actually bought it for me because he had a Sears card so he could get a discount.  My navy blue floral scarf is probably the best thing I ordered from Avon.

I got this necklace from Her Story Lockets when they had a booth set up at the PNE Marketplace last year.  You get to choose which charms you want to put inside the locket to create your own unique, personalized look.  I bought some for friends and family as well, because I think it’s really neat idea and makes a cool gift for someone when you can use charms that reflect who they are.  Mine include shoes, shopping bags, a big sister heart, a camera, and my birthstone. I wish I could find more items in this kind of blue.

I’m not cool

So the other day as I was sitting on the bus, I remembered a random memory from my childhood.  I’m not sure how exactly it popped into my head, there must have been a long process of certain things making me think of other certain things, thoughts constantly jumping every which way until they led up to that memory.  You know the crazy ways the mind works.  This particular memory made me laugh to myself and think about how my sense of humour and outlook on life has always been with me from a very young age.  A sense of humour and outlook that not everyone seems to understand.

I’m the type of person who uses a lot of sarcasm.  But I’m that person who will make a sarcastic comment and have people not realize that it was intended as a sarcastic comment.  I’ll say it and they’ll give me a weird look and be like “What?  Really?”.  And I’ll be like “No, I was being sarcastic”.  And then they’ll think that me saying I was being sarcastic was sarcasm.  Yeah, I undergo a lot of communication difficulties because of this.  But it’s okay.  Because there are a few people who do get me and do understand.  And that’s what’s important.

I’m also the type of person who puts herself down a lot.  But not in a depressing way.  Well okay, I suppose it can be in a depressing way.  But a funny and witty depressing way if that makes any sense to you.  Pretty much every time I make a self-deprecating remark, it’s for the sake of humour.  Because I think that the funniest people and best comedians are the ones that can make fun of themselves.  Anyone can make fun of other people.  But I really admire those who are comfortable enough to make fun of themselves.

So this memory that came to mind the other day was when I was in Grade Seven.  I may be a bit fuzzy on the details, because my memory is not what it used to be.  Actually maybe it is, maybe I’ve always had a bad memory.  I really don’t remember.  Anyway, we were at this youth group and sitting in a circle.  I think it was some sort of small group icebreaker thing.  I always hated those small group icebreaker things.  I’ve never liked being forced to bond with people.  If I want to, I will, but it’ll be my decision to do so.

We had to go around the circle and say our name and something cool about ourselves.  I hate that.  It’s always something.  Like let’s go around and say your most embarrassing moment.  Or if you could be an animal, what animal would you be?  Or where you’d like to be in five years.  What is this, an interview?  I already knew the kids in my group anyway, they were in my class.  But I guess this was just one of those fun ways to pass the time.

It always sucks to go first in those things, because then you have to think quickly about what you’re going to say.  I wasn’t first, so I got to hear the other kids before I said mine.  It didn’t have to be anything special, you could literally say anything.  I remember one kid said he liked Star Wars.  That’s the only thing I remember.  And then another kid responded with “That’s not cool”.  Great, now we were being judged for what our own definition of cool was.  I don’t think any of the things we said were actually “cool”.  But then really, how do you define cool?  It’s all subjective anyway.

When it came to me, I’m sure there were a lot of things that I could have said.  I think I was going to say that I was the tallest one in the school or something like that.  But I didn’t.  What did I say instead?  I said “I’m Dominique, and I’m not cool”.  I didn’t mean it seriously.  I meant it as a joke.  Saying that I wasn’t cool was my own way of rebelling and making a statement about what I thought of the icebreaker.  I had specifically answered the question by refusing to answer the question.  I thought I was being clever.

But other people didn’t think so.  My response was received with some people going “Aww..” and then actually trying to suggest something that I could say about why I was cool.  They didn’t seem to understand that I didn’t want or need their suggestions, and I was perfectly fine with my original answer.  They thought that I was actually so sad that I couldn’t come up with a single thing about me that could be considered cool.

I could have taken this experience and changed my ways and tried to assimilate to behave in a way that other people found more acceptable.  I could have started to answer questions more appropriately and toned down my sarcasm in the future.  But I didn’t.  Because that’s just not who I am.  Even now, a lot of you probably thought from the title of this blog post that this was going to be me writing about the reasons that I’m not cool and that it would be all depressing.  Who would do something like that?  Actually, that does sound like something I might do.  But I would do it for the sake of humour and nothing else.  Because I’m cool like that.