This morning is ... somewhat suddenly a sad day. The weather doesn't look too bright, though I woke up on my favorite side of the bed. I had enough time for my whole fabulous Devyn routine, hair, makeup, accessories and all... Abruptly, it starts to fade... the pink lips, the bright eyes... I start thinking again and confusion clouds my present, thunder looms my past and all the while I stand without shelter, immobile and dazed.
On a more pragmatic note, Ms. Boss (that's not really her name, I just refer to her as that if you understand the allusion to Australia) recommended that one not recruit near the end of the fiscal year because budgets are mostly spent so offered salaries/wages are not as opportune as in the beginning of the year. It makes sense.
How do those emo people do it for so long? It gets so irritating, I can barely stand myself! I'm like my hair stylist's daughter Madison - not that I need to spend much time but I get easily attached. Little girl intuition and affinities; maybe I'm a late bloomer since I was such a tomboy. Those days were easy.
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