Ninety-second day of work selfie

I got this colourful dress at the Fiji Day festival at Swanguard Stadium in Burnaby a few weeks ago.  I wore it to the Vancouver Pride Parade on Sunday because it’s so bright and colourful.  My matching blue cardigan is from Ross Dress For Less in the States.  My necklace is from UBC and my earrings are from Claire’s.  My bracelet is from Sears and my ring is from the Blim Market festival downtown.  I finally washed my hair this weekend and then straightened it myself.  I will never be able to get it back to salon quality, but at least it still looks decent.  I got a shellac manicure and pedicure at Beauty Lounge in Richmond yesterday with a Groupon I bought.  This bright royal blue is my favourite colour.  Hopefully it will last for a while. 

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.

I got a gelish nail treatment

So after a prolonged period of time where my nails were disgusting, I finally got them done.  Obviously because I bought an online voucher.  That was going to expire soon.  Cause you know I always wait until the last possible moment with these things.  It was a voucher from  The Red Pocket for a gelish nail treatment & paraffin wax treatment at Shi Nail in Richmond.  It’s literally right across the street from where my bus stop used to be.  Now it’s literally right across the street of the street that’s across from where my bus stop has currently been moved to.  If that makes any sense.

My appointment was the first of the morning, and so I got there a little before they actually opened.  And there happened to be a bench outside, where I decided to sit while I waited.  But then this stupid bee decided that this would be a good place to buzz around.  Very close to me.  They say if you don’t bother them, they won’t bother you, but I was clearly minding my own business and it bothered me nevertheless.  And so I was forced to get up off that bench and stand outside the place in my heels instead.  Yes, I’ve been wearing heels lately in order to prove that they were a good purchase and that I will make good use of them.

And then the place opened and I was let inside.  The lady gave me a form to fill out, showed me where to sit, got me a glass of water, and informed me the technician would be right with me.  Right, she was the receptionist, someone else would be doing my nails.  How do land a job like that?  Receptionist at a salon or spa.  With perks of getting free treatments.  That’s the dream right there.  I liked her outfit.  It was loose and black and comfortable looking.  And she got to wear flip flops.  I envied her.

What I didn’t realize when I bought the voucher, was that it wasn’t for a manicure.  It was just for the gel polish.  The technician asked me if I wanted a manicure, which would cost extra.  I decided against it.  I would just go with what the voucher would cover.  They always try to upsell & add on things when you buy vouchers.  I always try to resist.

I didn’t need a manicure.  What is a manicure anyway?  I thought that was a manicure.  I thought it was all included.  I guess it just meant that she wasn’t going to use her various nail tools to dig underneath my nails or get rid of excess skin or what have you.  That was fine by me.  She did file them for me though.  Which was good, since they hadn’t been filed in a while, due to me misplacing my nail file and also being too lazy.  They always ask how I want them shaped, if I want them square or round.  It doesn’t bother me that they ask, it’s just that when they do they say it as if square nails are the obvious choice.  But I don’t want them square.  I want them round.  And then afterwards I feel as though I’m being judged for making that decision.

I chose a light blue colour, because it was the one that most closely resembled the colour on my toenails.  And I like blue.  She applied a couple coats, and then went over those with the clear top coat or whatever it was.  And then you put your hands under the lights to dry.  I’m always worried that I’ll touch my nails to something before they dry which will ultimately result in them being smudged.  But this time I somehow managed to avoid that.  Good for me.

After my nails had dried, I was told to wash my hands so I could get the paraffin hand wax.  No, this has nothing to do with hair removal, they do not wax your hands.  I imagine that would be awful and painful.  Paraffin wax treatment is meant to help soften your skin.  It came with my voucher, so why not.  I was led over to the container of wax and she took my hand and submerged it, removed it, and then submerged it again.  It was as if she was trying to drown my hand.  For my other hand, I dipped it in myself.  Probably too many times, she wasn’t monitoring it.  And then they put plastic over your hands and put them in these giant oven mitt things for ten mintues.  I felt like someone who had the chicken pox and was forced to wear oven mitts so I wouldn’t scratch myself.  Actually I don’t really know if anyone does that in real life, but I’ve seen it on TV shows.  At least I remember them doing it on Full House.

Even though I didn’t get a full manicure, I am very happy with the results.  Gel polish is amazing.  I feel like I should only ever get my nails done with that from now on.  I feel like the colour is more shiny and vibrant than normal polish.  And more importantly, it lasts.  It’s been about a week now, and my nails are still in good shape.  Normally by this time, they would be chipped, and probably badly.  But not this time.  And it’s not like I’ve been extra careful either.  I’ve been quite careless actually.  But it doesn’t matter.  I feel as though nothing will destroy the gel polish.  It’s like it’s indestructible.  Other polishes should cower in its presence.  I would go and purchase a bottle myself, if only I wasn’t so bad at applying it.

I have a sore throat

I would like to apologize for the time lag between my posts as of late.  I let about a week go by without posting anything.  On here I mean.  I’m constantly posting on Facebook and Twitter, nothing can slow that down.  But I’ve neglected my blog a little and that’s unacceptable.  I remember a time not too long ago when I would write daily blog posts.  Now it’s more like weekly blog posts.  I fear at some point it will be monthly blog posts.  And then shortly after, the blog will just die.  Let’s hope that doesn’t happen.

In my defense, I’ve had a sore throat, so I haven’t felt like saying much.  And yes, I do realize that this should have no impact whatsoever on my ability to blog, as blogging does not require talking, only typing.  And I’m an excellent typist.  My throat is sore.  My fingers are fine.  I remember once my dad bought me this Mavis Beacon teaches typing thing.  No, that’s not what helped me.  That thing was bullshit, I hated it.  I think I acquired my superb typing speed from sending emails and typing on msn.  No, I don’t know how many words per minute I can type.  A lot?  I mean who actually sits with a stop watch and times themselves as they type?  Maybe I should do that…

I suppose the only way I’d be able to use a sore throat as an excuse for my lack of blogging would be if I used one of those voice activated program things to dictate what I want to say and then the program types it out for you.  But I don’t.  Or if I hired a stenographer for my blogs.  But I don’t do that either.  I just type them out.  And I don’t think out loud or say a word as I do.  So yeah.  The sore throat was not a valid excuse.  But it’s my blog.  So I don’t need a valid excuse.  I can use an invalid one if I feel like it.

But I suppose you could infer that if I ha a sore throat, I was probably a little sick, and therefore not feeling 100%.  Well technically I’m never feeling 100%, let’s be honest.  Does anyone actually ever feel 100%?  I’m usually 80% at best.  Okay, maybe 86%?  I’ll say that much, because in high school 86% was an A grade.  So yeah.  But right now I feel more like 70%.  I don’t know, I was never good at math.  The point is, I wasn’t feel that great, and therefore didn’t feel like blogging.  Because if I don’t feel good, how am I supposed to write a good blog post?  Well I guess I could just fake it and you wouldn’t know.  But I’d rather it be real.

So I guess I’ll start posting more frequently again.  Maybe.  We’ll see how it goes.  I’ll see how I’m feeling.  I could really use a manicure.  I always could, my nails are in terrible shape.  How do you suppose that would affect my typing?  Would that interfere with my ability to blog?  So many things can have an impact these days.  But as for my throat, I’ll take some Halls and hopefully it won’t be sore anymore.