The Holiday Season

Ahhh the holiday season. A time of joy, peace, serenity, good will toward men...A time of greed, insanity, price checking and psyching out the woman about to purchase the last 2008 Christmas Barbie from the shelf at the local Hell-Mart.

Lady, if you wanted the doll that badly, all you had to do was say so. Snatching it off the shelf before my hand made it to the box only made you look moronic and quite sad. But don't fret, there are only 3 other Wal-marts in our general vicinity, and my daughter will be content with or without a plastic doll wrapped in glitter and lace.

Happy Holidays.

Iron Man

So last night we went to see Iron Man. It was a great movie, I was pleasantly surprised. Go check it out if you get the chance.

The best part of the night, other than spending quality time with my super sweet guy, was the compliments I received on my make-up. I decided to just go for it and used some of my new pigments and my MAC shadestick (my only MAC product). I did this peacock thing with a bright shimmery blue in the inner corner and a deep dark indigo blue on the rest of the lid. I smoked that out with a bit of black in the crease and lined my lower lash line with corresponding blues.

I was sort of worried because it was a very noticeable look which is a far cry from my normal face when I go out. But when I stopped inside Sally's (on the look for some Limited Edition Finger Paints polish) the girl complimented me. Then I got another compliment at Walgreen's and finally at Hell-Mart (we did our weekly shopping after the movie). So I guess it looked ok, I regret not taking pictures to share. I will next time.

On a side note, when I went to Belk to look for some MAC pigment. I approached the counter and asked about purchasing the Old Gold pigment. The girl helping me told me it was "a limited edition" which is weird because online it's not listed as one. She informed me also that her store "doesn't carry the pigments".

Come to find out they not only didn't have the pigments but they didn't have any palettes or refills. All they had were paint pots, individual shadows and blushes. I asked if I could possibly buy a couple of shadows and get some samples to figure out exactly what I like and was told, "just buy it, if you don't like it you can just bring it back".

Needless to say, I didn't buy anything from the counter. Is this usual for MAC vendors and representatives? There were 3 MAC people at the counter and one other client other than myself. She wasn't outright "hateful" but you could tell she wanted me gone.

Hell-Mart's Evil Employees

What is up with Hell-Mart and rude employees??? This isn't the first time I've been treated rudely by them but it is the first time I finally spoke up.

I had to go into the store to purchase a few things. I had Vince and Annabel with me, both riding in the cart, being awesome little people. We grab our things and hurry to the express checkout. I place my things on the counter and start looking around for the cashier. I see her standing near the doors, talking to another employee. I finish and stand there and wait...she finally ends her conversation and comes over. She rings it up, I pay, and off we go to the doors.

As I'm approaching the doors I see a door greeter. She's in her 40's with very long dark hair that reaches past her hips. She looks directly up at me and we make eye contact. I give a smile and she just stares back, looks me up, then down, the looks away! No smile, no 'thank you' no 'come again'. Just her hateful freaking glare.

So I did what I've always wanted to do. I turned to her and said, "no one forced you to be a door greeter, you should find another job", and I walked out.

She didn't say anything but she didn't need to. It felt so good saying that to her face. I'm so tired of paying money to be treated like crap. Maybe next time she'll see me coming and smile, or better yet maybe she'll have found another job that doesn't require her being nice to the public.

Shitty People

I was over at Erin's blog and she was talking about neighbor's. For some reason something terrible that happened to me came rushing back and I wanted to share it. I hope you don't mind. Let's take a step back into my hell, shall we?

Shitty People

I wasn't always so outspoken. In my youth I was actually very shy. My high school sweetheart was from the opposite side of the tracks if you know what I mean. His friends found it hilarious that he found me attractive. I suppose what they say is true, opposites attract.

We moved into an apartment together and were both very excited. 2 bedroom, 2 bath, upstairs with french doors, what's not to like? We lived in harmony for a couple of months before we started to notice the neighbors. The Mom, Michelle, was a single one. She worked a lot and wasn't home very much. Her daughter was 15, her son was 17, and they had friends over all the time, especially when Mom was at work.

It became a game of cat and mouse with them. It would start with a loud party when Mom was at work, we'd call the office or security, they'd see them coming and rush inside. They'd usually get a warning and I'd get some sleep before class the next day. Otherwise we got along fairly well. I spoke to the Mother on more than one occasion since she was in a Karate class with me.

One day I came home from class. I usually grabbed something before work and today wasn't any different. I parked my freshly painted Grand Prix in the front and rushed up the stairs to my apartment. I grabbed some chips and slapped some jelly on bread, I drank it down with a coke and grabbed the keys to go to work. I locked the doors, hurried on down and rushed to my car but I stopped about halfway there.

From bumper to bumper, the entire driver's side of my car was thrashed. It looked like I'd hit the cement wall on the highway and just drove. I stood in shock for a minute before bursting into tears. I rushed to the apartment office and the police were called. They arrived and began taking photo's, asking questions, looking for clues. I phoned work to say I'd be late.

Turns out, the neighbor's son had come home too and had to rush off to work. He came to his car, didn't pay attention and ran the front bumper of his mazda all the way down the side of my car before either noticing or stopping. Instead of doing the right thing he instead rushed off to work at the shoe store down the road and "hid" the car.

That night I contacted my parents. The insurance was under my Father's name still and he wanted to turn it over immediately. But Michelle came over and begged me to allow them time to pay it. They didn't have insurance and she didn't know what she'd do. She begged me to talk to my Father and after a lot of consideration, I did. She told him she'd pay a monthly amount and thanked us.

But a month later, there was no money, nor the next month. My Father became annoyed and asked when she was giving it, she stalled. I asked, she stalled. And to my dismay one day I came home from work to find her apartment being vacated by family and friends since she'd decided to move away. Leaving us no trace of her whereabouts, no phone number, nothing.

In the end I drove my once beautiful car around looking like hell and never getting the money to repair it. Meanwhile she taught her heathen children how to screw honest people over and get away with it. Don't you just hate shitty people?