Tuesday, March 2, 2010

Lipstick on a pig

I don't know what's going on, but I just cannot get out of bed these days. And I'm usually a pretty sound sleeper, but I've had really fitful sleep the last couple of nights. What I'm getting at is, I woke up late again today, and wound up late, again, to work. But by like two minutes less than yesterday, so there's progress! Luckily for me my bosses aren't sticklers for timeliness. Luckily for me most of my bosses haven't been. And, you know, luckily for them, too, I guess. Because I'm great, even if I cost.

But I had my hair did, and my nails did, and my makeup did, and even though my ensemble was pretty low-key, it was neat and cute -- grey pants, a dark grey knit boatneck top and cardigan with black flats. My main problem for the first half of the day was keeping lipgloss applied. That shit needs to be reapplied every fifteen seconds, I swear -- within the first ten minutes of the morning there was lipgloss all around my water (okay, Coke) glass and, inexplicably, on my right elbow, but none on my lips. I really dislike the dry, cakey feeling of lipsticks, especially long-lasting formulations, is the thing, so I guess this is just the way it is when it comes to lipcolor. Unless anyone has a product suggestion.

The other problem I have is the gym visits on my lunch break. I'm not much of a sweater, even when I'm really exerting myself. My makeup doesn't really budge much, so I don't wash my face when I shower after working out -- which means I don't have to spend ten minutes reapplying it all. But this seems to be to the detriment of my skin; I've been breaking out a lot more recently. It's just, I don't have the time to devote to reapplying an entire face's worth of makeup if I'm going to make it back to work in a reasonable time frame. So my choice is either keep doing things the way I'm doing and live with the consequences, or to pare down my makeup ritual significantly in order to save time. And then there's my hair -- no way am I washing, drying, and styling it mid-day every day. That's, what, another fifteen-twenty minutes? I'd just be going to the gym to shower, at that point.

My third problem is the large fellow gym-goer who has taken to eating tuna sandwiches (not a euphemism) in the locker room buck naked, perched on a bench, with nothing but a sheen of sweat between her and the bench. I don't really know if there's anything that can be done about that, though.


  1. That person is so wrong on so many levels.

  2. Yeah, and I saw all her levels, so I can confirm you're right.