Looking like shit

I BBMed Señorita just now:

  "I put more poo on my face.  This stuff is amazing."

The things that only your best friend would understand...
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The (Second) Poo Story


So, my gloriously convenient eczema decided to break out under my lip recently.  I wasn't too worried because the last time that it did that, I found this cream that totally killed it in 2 days flat.  This time, it was oozy and cracked and gross for like, a week now.  Anytime it FELT like it was starting to get better, it would just go ahead and get gross a couple hours later.

Ugh.

So Señorita came over today on a totally unrelated matter, but I whined my heart out to her about it anyway--that my damn face would just not dry up and heal.  Being an RN, she stared at me and thought about it.

  "Do you want to try some of that iodosorb paste we put on Malcolm's foot?"

Sure, if she thought it'd help.  A while ago, Malcolm had a wound on his foot that was also having a hard time scabbing over and healing because it was just so wet.  Señorita had brought this stuff for him that I'd known he'd been putting on his foot that healed him up good and quick, but I'd never really paid much attention.

So, sterile gauze, saline, and paste in hand, she tended to me.  She checked me out and cleaned me up first, and then out came the paste.

  "That's what the paste looks like?"

Squeezed out of the tube onto a little square of gauze, the paste looked like a little squirt of baby poo.

Yup.  That's what it looked like and that's what she smeared on my face.  Okay, so I had shitty paste smeared on my face.  How long should this stay on for?

  "Let's try it for at least 20 minutes."

As so we carried on.  We chatted, had our coffee/shake, shared stories, searched the web, touched up the poo when it started to slide out of place from under my lip, checked out dating profiles, played with the cat.

Before she left for the day and I went to get ready to leave the house for a meeting, Señorita was kind enough to clean me up.

  "Yeah, I don't think this is going to stain too badly..."

STAIN?!  I wish I'd had a picture of the moment she realized that she forgot this might stain my skin a bit.  Talk about an "oh shit..." moment, while she was dabbing at my face with saline.  Regardless, it didn't stain my skin (too badly) and according to her professional opinion, it had helped.  For me, the result wasn't apparent until 3 hours later when I checked myself out again at home.

It worked.

My skin was still a little cracked and dry, but it definitely wasn't gaping or oozing.  With a solid 2 hours before I had to be anywhere else, I decided to go for a second round of treatment...hence, the BBM message.

Hey, if you can't smear shit on your face at home in front of your best friend, when can you?

Here we go for the 350148794864647th time

Just telling you I'm re-doing my resume for the trillionth time for a position that I really want and think I can really get, but am just procrastinating on getting started because my toes are cold and it's not sunny outside.

Those things have nothing to do with resume writing.  I know that.  But still.

Not singing, but dancing

I generated a little more interest in my tweet last night than I thought I would have:

  "When it rains, it pours...but this time, I'm dancing in the rain."

Not that I expected everyone (or anyone) to know what I was referring to, but everyone liked it.  I guess there is a sort of romantically dreamy idea of dancing in the rain--if it's raining and yet you're still dancing, it's gotta be something good.
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Regardless, dad emailed me to check out what was up.

Dad - So, what is so rejoicing to dance up a storm in the rain?

me - I was talking about getting work. I went from having NOTHING, to having a whole bunch of somethings. :)

Dad - I thought it may have been getting hired into a dream job or something. Well, I am sure that will happen too. Keep dancing!
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I dance all the time, don't you worry, dad.  :)

I'm glad you came

I didn't apply to a single job today.  Instead, I spent 12 straight hours compiling and editing less than 2 minutes of video footage.

I loved it.

I really wish I could share it with you guys, but unfortunately the feature product is still in production and I can't release any information about it yet except that it's really cool.  And that I did the video for it.

As consolation, here's the song I may have used to go with the footage.

The write track

Three articles in four days.  I like this writing business.  Now if only it would pay the bills.

As you may or may not know, I've been appointed the Contributing Editor of the FPCO Magazine (which just recently graduated from being a newsletter), and the Managing Editor of What's Fab Magazine (an exclusively online publication).  Both publications have asked me to fill in as the Health and Fitness writer, probably because those are the least glamourous columns.  But that won't stop me!

When I can stop worry about bills so much (hopefully because that temp agency can find me some placements), I'd like to branch out and take my own photography to accompany the articles as well.  That's aiming for the moon, but it's still a shot I'd like to take.  Online resume/portfolio, look out!  We've got some updating to do!

I'm not afraid of you

Thursday, I walked into an interview and about halfway through I worked up the courage and told them they had a typo in their introduction instructions.  We then completed more paperwork and finished the interview at the end of which she told me:

   "You present very well."

Why thank you; I knew that.  Just kidding.  Not really, but...yeah.  I knew that.

A "very good" posting

I'm a "savvy" person looking to "roll up my sleeves" and work with "real people" with "charm" and "charisma" at a "reputable" firm where I'll be "more than just a number"!

People have jobs where they can publish postings like this and I'm the one that's under-qualified?

Sadly, I might still apply for this.