Welcome everyone!! This is the inaugural post to my blog, aptly named "The Life and Times of a Label Whore". A self-professed label whore, I ironically refuse to pay for anything full price...odd, I know. Nonetheless, I know my labels and feel no shame in calling out my fellow fashionista wannabes as to the origins of their fashion purchases. Did you get that at Target? Fabulous. Banana Republic? Fabulous. Wal-Mart? Uh, you should be ashamed of yourself!! I do draw the line when it comes to cheap fashion, I must confess. Wal-Mart will never be chic, no matter what the commercials filled with "trendy" young girls tell you. I guess those same commercials should be the first indication, however. Sucks to be you if you live in a town where the best clothes shopping is Wal-Mart. I guess just learn to sew and buy some fashion magazines.
Enough of the fashion rant. I continue to languish, rather, rot answering phones at the law firm. Ugh, I went back to school and acquired $30,000 more in student loans so I wouldn't have to be a receptionist! Oh the horrible irony. I told my temp agency that the job was slowly killing me and this would be absolute last week I could handle this assignment. So I'm once again off is search of work, hopefully this time it will be something interesting and that pays more. How is it possible that someone with the experiences and education I've had can't even get an interview at organizations specializing in her field of study? I guess I missed the boat in college and should've done IT or accounting. But that type of work would've probably not just slowly killed me but quickly done so. I can just see it now, dead, splattered on the front a city bus moving at full speed. Or maybe under the train. Those Metro employees don't give two shits about the passengers anyways. I bet if I talked loudly enough on my cellphone in the tunnel some irritated Hill staffer would shove me in front of the train, ending my misery for me and clearing one more Hill position from a vapid sorority girl who's daddy not only got her the job but is subsidizing her adventure as a "Capitol Hill legislative assistant" when all she really does is drink endlessly and suck off her bosses, sometime for extra cash once daddy's cut off her credit cards. It's good to see that I'm less bitter since leaving the bar! Oh, I'm sorry, I mean since I got fired from the bar.
So today I'm nursing the lingering headache I got yesterday while doing my daily (!) 10K run on the treadmill in the gym. I know something was up when I couldn't see the TV clearly. I think I got a mild migraine, which totally sucks since I haven't had to deal with one of these in a long while. Wah! I blame it on the job, really it's killing me.
S that's enough for today. Watch out for further job-hunt updates and other random discussion. Washingtonians beware!!
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