Coming to work an hour early, 6am to be exact just to check up on a guy, see of he’s doing okay with the excess amounts of alcohol consumed due to TGIF partying.
No answer at the door… I go and leave a bottle of his favourite Powerade at his doorstep with a note.
I care too much.
I don’t really know why. now I have 40 minutes to kill till I actually start work.
how do you curl synthetic extensions using a flat iron?
First of all, goodluck curling synthetic extensions, cos technically its plastic hair so it either may burn and shrivel up or it wont curl at all.
but on a more relevant note, curling with a flat iron is easy. start from the top and as your going down the section of hair, twist the iron around a handfull of times till you get to the ends and as soon as you let go it should be curled.
Human hair extensions may be a bit of a stretch but they’re definitely worth investing in, cos they last longer and feel great.
I hate the amount of rules piled up by the supervisor, I hate the supervisor making up shit then narking her stories to the boss. I hate how I have to act nice all the time even though outside of work I’d probably wanna poison her drink or “accidentally” run her over. I hate how they never see the big picture, one tiny mistake and it get blown all out of proportion.
I smile when I’m happy, when I fake it and when I’m raging inside, it’s better than me answering back, so don’t tell me that I have an attitude when you yourself needs a damn good session for Botox cos you act, look and sound permanently menopausal with your monotonous tone. Try smiling, maybe then, people will like you cos I’m so sick of trying to be nice to you.
Getting my hair dyed, cos its summer and I have detoxed my hair long enough from hair dye, chemicals, blow drying and all other shit that could possibly damage it for a good year.
I deserve this change.
Looking through Facebook, practically half the Asian women population in nz went a shade of orange this month due to DIY bleach, I’m thankful I missed the memo cos I sure don’t wanna rock the copper tones. So deff hoping this honey brown turns out well.
Picture soon, fingers crossed! Xxx
Most of my quiet time is spent on thinking. What if questions occupy my mind, would’ve, should’ve, could’ve, also maybe if. It makes me sad.
I may hate work but it’s the only way to get my mind off things and focus.
I’m actually doing pretty good with my no Facebook streak, everyday I’m feeling less urge to click on the log in button that would activate it again. My thumbs seem to be a little more tamed now in terms of not tapping on the Facebook app and the Messenger app on my phone. I think I can stretch it till Christmas! Till then, I am off the radar.
I have a massive grin on my face due to the outcome of my incredibly cheeky email to my boss. Something along the lines of:
"Since I worked an practically most of all our busy nights (Rugby World Cup games), I think I deserve both Christmas and New Years off. Don’t you reckon too?"
After weeks of waiting with no reply, the rosters finally got emailled out and I get Christmas, New Years eve and New Years day off! EPIC!
Not that I’m one to go all out and party and chip another tooth* for it, I guess I just love having down time with friends and family because I do miss those times, work does take over my life!
*yes I did chip a tooth at a wee party, running into a glass door thinking that I was running into the half open part not the half closed… little did I know. And that was before I even downed a handful of tequila shots, I shall grace you with a photo soon.
12:02 pm, a toddler managed to stop a bus. About half a kilometre close to home, we noticed a baby boy in the middle of the road, so lost. No shoes on, just shorts and a hoodie, not even nappies and its a cold winter night.
The driver stopped and picked up the child (about 3 years old) covered him with his jacket and called the police straight away. Good on him. The neighbours have never seen this kid before and I don’t recognise him either. The only thing we could make out was he keeps saying “bubba”. It’s really heartbreaking because hes so cuddly so beautiful and I just don’t get who would leave a child all by himself!
He’s now taken in to the station, taken care of. While the police search for the parents. SMH.
I got home 12:20, and I really just hope the little boy is fine, he’ll be in my prayers.
p.s sorry for the grainy photos, I had to lighten it up so many levels for it to be seen, it was really dark.