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I am sick to death of my workplace. For one, the only people that count are the ones that kiss the most ass, those charming individuals who don't need to put any effort into their day-to-day activities as they are far better at explaining to management how vitally important they are, rather then proving it.
Prepare to be shocked. My supervisor is the most ridiculous woman imaginable. If you have ever read Harry Potter, then you will sypathise with me immediately when I say I am working with Umbridge herself. On first Impressions, she appears grandmotherly and kind, full of good humour and cheer and above all caring and sympathetic. Once you get to know her however, you discover a more sinister side, the side that makes you want to scream and cut yourself and wish you had never been born.
Kathy is intolerable. She thinks it is her duty to follow after you and tell you what to do, even if you know what to do and have been doing it sucessfully on your own for years. She gives out orders easily, but has a habit of forgetting these commands, and then tells you what your doing is wrong even when you are carefully carrying out her own instructions. I give her credit for being able to pick up mistakes made by other people, this she does extremely well, infact it would often appear as if this is all she does. She does nothing herself worthy of note, and when she is not bossing people about, she is carrying around a folder and a pen and looking very important in general, even though she forgets about half the things she has done (making orders, phonecalls, appointments etc etc). The worst part is, she is absolutely delightful to your face, but behind your back she stabs, hacks, tears and rips to anyone of importance who will listen.
There is one occasion I will never forgive. My family live in another state, and I would have dearly loved to have seen them for Christmas, but when I made such a request to managment I was told "noone, but noone gets time off over Christmas", and respectfully I didn't argue. However Kathy manipulated to get two weeks off over Christmas, telling management that if they didn't give her time off she would just call in sick. Naturally she got time off. To add insult to injury, Kathy lives around the corner from me (bitch!) and she didn't even invite me around for Christmas, knowing fully well I had no family to visit.
If your single, getting drunk at a friend's wedding is compulsory. After all you've earned a little reward, after having just sat through an entire ceremony dedicating another smug couple to a lifetime of love and happiness together, while your remain single. Infact you've just witnessed the funeral, say goodbye to your dearly departed friend. You will no longer be going out together to nightclubs, parties, or dinner. Sure you might get the random phonecall, maybe them wanting to set you up on a blind date out of pity, maybe just letting you know how great their life is before hanging up, but things will never be the same.
I attended a friends wedding about a week ago thinking that whole time “that lucky fucking bitch!” We don’t think too much of the groom, for one he has one giant eyebrow instead of two, and hair growing on just about every other part of his body (he’s Greek or something), secondly he just doesn’t appreciate our groups sense of humor, and three seems to be a tad bit of a control freak. But the bride being deeply in love sees no flaw. I for one couldn’t marry a man that hairy, I’d probably get tangled while we were having sex and suffocate.
The ceremony was probably a beautiful affair, but because we chose to sat at the back and I’m short I could only see the people in front of me I couldn’t really tell. Not wishing to listen to preachers declaring the wonder of love, the sanctity of marriage blah, blah, blah I chose that time to look at the pictures on my digital camera.
After the wedding ceremony, which went for about an hour, and we had all congratulated the bride and groom, we went back to Mattie’s house to mourn their immediate loss. We soon drowned our sorrows with vodka and beer and were right loud by the time we had to leave for the reception. The bride had seated us all as far away from her ‘good’ relatives and friends as possible, infact our table was referred to in the seating plan as the NGF table, for No Good Friends. Speeches were made, the bride and groom passed our table, I made friends easily with the girl sitting next to me and we all stumbled around taking dumb photographs and enjoying the free alcohol. The next day I woke up and was able to piece together the whole night from all the photos I'd taken, it looked like we'd had a pretty good time.
I started reading the Harry Potter books after the release of the final installment in the series The Deathly Hallows. The hype surrounding it's release filled me with curiousity, and friends and colleagues kept assuring me it was the greatest book on the face of the planet. But I had been stubbornly refusing to give in, wondering what the hell could be so fascinating about a children's story about kids going to school to learn how to be witches and wizards. Well, about two chapters into Harry Potter and The Philosophers Stone and I was pretty much living at Hogwarts while the phone rang soundlessly in the background and friends muttered behind my back 'where on earth could she be?'
My favourite of the books is 'The Order of the Pheonix'. It's action packed from cover to cover and the character development is fantastic!! I fell madly in love with Sirius Black and was SO devasted when he was killed. How does J.K. Rowling do it guys? I'm usually so good at guessing plots and picking endings, but time and time again I am absolutely stunned by the unexpected twists and turns in every novel. I have just started reading the final book, I wonder what life will be like once its all over.
Woman should not be left on their own for long periods of time. Women forced to live alone will always seek ways to comfort their loneliness, they eat truckloads of chocolate, watch sappy love-stories over and over and form an emotional attachment to their footware. The worst thing a single woman can do however, is to convince herself that no man or friend is needed to make her feel happy, when she can have the love and attention of a cat. Every twenty something single woman fears that in another twenty years time she will still be living alone in her little dwelling, surrounded by a multitude of cats. Becoming a 'cat lady' is a very sad image indeed, I'm sure you know one such afflicted woman already. She has atleast two and she treats them like they are small children. Her home smell permanantly foul, though she doesn't notice, shes used to it. She ussually just dresses in any old thing, because it will soon be covered in cat hair anyway; her hair is in dissaray, because cats don't care what you look like.
There's a difference between liking cats and loving them too much. An older woman I know refuses to leave her home and leave her two cats alone for one day. My mother complained to me about a work colleague who keeps flashing her pictures of her cats. Now, I like cats, don't get me wrong, it's just that 'cat people' aren't ussually the best conversationalists are they? They seem completely fixated on their furry friends at all times, so 'Fluffy' inevitably finds his way into the conversation. They seem to be either depressed or slightly eccentric, have you noticed? Well, I brought ONE cat recently and discovered that I'm allergic, thank God! In twenty years time if I'm still single, I'll just have to become an alcoholic instead (so kidding).
Your text goes here Your text goes here Your text goes herePlease allow me to introduce myself, my names Tandy, I've just taken over Twentysomething and am so excited about talking nothing but trash! I'm twenty five, single and living in a trendy beachside suburb. In my spare time I like to make coupled friends feel like their missing out on being single, insist to my empoyer I'm able to find a better job and act like I'm not insecure about myself by pretending to be very self-important. I work in a Chemist, where I am NOT the Pharmacist, thankyou very much, but a humble Pharmacy Assistant. I DO have a Diploma in Makeup Artistry, but am pretty out of practice in the makeup department, this however does not stop me from telling everyone I have a Diploma. I like to see how much life can screw me over BEFORE drowning my sorrows with a bottle of wine. I love listening to music on my MP4 player despite the fact I live alone and can play whatever the hell music I like on my stereo as noone can complain. I consider myself to be very cultured, enjoying the arts and theartre, love classic novels (if Harry Potter counts as one) and I write for a Pharmacy publication in my free time. My version of the ideal man does not exist, which means I'll spend the rest of my dating career feeling dissapointed.
Now I'm very interested in meeting you, please say hello.
I was born pale, my skin is so fair that the sun pretty much reflects off my body and causes passers-by to be blinded by the glare. I would love nothing more then to have darker skin, olive coloured like Natalie Portman or rich and black like Halle Berry. On the other hand, I find myself the envy of others, who would love nothing more then to have soft, white skin; it seems whatever we have, we always want something different. The unfair thing is, fair skinned people can get spray tans if they feel like something different, if you have a darker skin tone there's not much you can do to go lighter. There are some cosmetic products on the market that claim to be able to lighten the skin tone, however they are generally expensive and can often take a long time to notice results (if there are any results at all!!). The good bit of advice is, of course, to keep out of the sun and always wear sunscreen outside, which isn't very helpful to some people I know.
If your game, you can try using a foundation colour one or two shades lighter then your natural tone, however you must make sure that it is blended perfectly onto your ears and neck, or it won't look quite right. Use paler colours on your eyelids, pastels and creamy colours, and a shimmery blush in a soft hue, pale lips. Experiment untill you find what works best for you, everyone's makeup style is different. Make an appointment at your local hairdresser, they may be able to pull a few tricks, add a few highlights, change the colour, which could help your complexion to appear softer (do this before you buy more makeup, or you will have to buy more makeup to suit your new hairstyle). [ Click here to read more ]
I work in a Pharmacy. It's my job to give advice on skincare and cosmetic products. So many times I'm faced with customers that don't have a clue about what could be causing their acne, dry skin, brittle hair etc etc. But When I start asking some questions, I discover that they haven't been taking simple steps to care for their skin in the first place. Urg, it's not rocket science people!! Keeping skin healthy is mostly about common sense, here are some very basic principles which I will assume you already know about and are following.
1. Use a cleanser, toner and moisturiser - morning and night. Make sure your products are PH balanced, so they dont dry out your skin, or do the opposite and make it oily.
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I was thinking about calling my blog 'Beauty advice for whoever the hell could be bothered", it might be a more fitting title. True, I studied makeup, doesn't mean I worship it at the alter though. Beauty should be simple and easy, not a monotonous time-consuming routine that we obsess over in order to feel good about ourselves. Some girls just can't leave the house without five layers of makeup!! So here it is ladies, a blog dedicated to all things cosmetic, without the skinny model on the glossy cover.[/I
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