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hiddenmuseHere it is, another Random Friday. Woohoo.
Today on the bus, I accidentally hit my foot against an old man's cane. Seeing as the bus was in motion, and I was in a hurry to get to a seat - unless I'd prefer to land ass-first on the floor - I couldn't turn back to say "sorry", so instead I got to hear the old grump's barrage of insults directed at me, calling me a fat bitch and railing on about how I ran into his cane because I wasn't looking where I was going, blah blah blah.
Yeah, mister, I deliberately ran into your cane WHICH WAS RIGHT IN THE AISLE, completely unavoidable by anyone, because I'm an ignorant fat bitch. However did you know? I just looked away, avoiding eye contact with the cranky old man, feigning ignorance.
Yesterday - while on a different bus, I got to see what happens when people don't take their meds - or they're on the entirely wrong meds.
There's nothing more disconcerting than standing at the bus stop with someone who appears to be "just fine". Until they get on the bus and somehow their "go totally apeshit" switch is flipped. How else do you explain Crazy Mary yelling at the older man sitting across from her - screaming, "What are you looking at, you old geezer? Stop staring at me!"
I pretended to just watch the scenery on Market Street go by, rather than have her decided that I was looking at her for a milisecond too long or something.
Immediately post-outburst, she asked the driver to get off in front of a Walgreen's Drug Store, then explained that she was bipolar, just had her medication re-adjusted - was going to pick it up, and preferred to go to one Walgreen's only - not wanting to be a traitor to them or anything. (Really.) I almost wondered if bipolar disorder was her only problem....
Since I first moved out here, I've been getting my eyebrows done at the BeneFit counter at Macy's Union Square. The cost is along the lines of what I'd pay at a salon, and yeah, it does seem a bit odd to get it done while you're a few feet from the storefront window - but at least I can do it on a drop-in basis, and I have a preferred Eyebrow Goddess, Jai.
Anyways, this isn't about Jai, and the amazing work she does on keeping my brows in line - it's about the BeneFit counter, period.
The other day, I'd gone to their separate counter - the storefront counter was busy, and I had questions - and ended up being helped by an absolutely cute make-up artist,Michael, who'd come to the States from Guam a few years ago. I'd asked about the new cosmetics sets from BeneFit (Decked-Out Dandelion and Hoola Hues), and because I wasn't sure which one had colors that would be more suitable to my complexion - I wanted to get a little assistance.
I got the assistance, as well as a make-up application that was done in a subtle, light-handed way (seems to be quite rare for the cosmetics counters, you know?). In the meantime, mid-application, this woman comes up to the counter and starts yammering at Michael as though he was her friend - then starts to gripe that he was applying the make-up on me in a way that was much nicer than he did on her the other day.
At first, I thought she was joking. Considering that she'd appeared to have put on her make-up with small gardening implements - or while under the influence of something - I almost wondered if she was perhaps a drag queen that hadn't finished dressing. The more she talked, the slurrier her voice sounded, and at one point, Michael asked if he could tend to her return - just to get her to go away.
Since she was irritating me, too, I agreed. Once the return was done, and the customer was out of immediate earshot - having moved on to terrorizing the MAC counter - I got to hear the story of that debacle as Michael almost used half the bottle of hand sanitizer to clear away her ookiness. It turns out that she'd gotten her make-up done, didn't like it, stormed off and went to the MAC counter - then came back a couple of hours later, had the make-up re-done and bought almost $200 worth of cosmetics from BeneFit, only to return it two days later. During the application, she'd talked about punching the guy for doing a bad job the first time - and said that she'd gotten the cast on her arm from punching someone recently.
Fah-reek!! (The lady, not the guy - he was very cool.)
Anywho - I have a favorite person at the BeneFit counter now. Especially since he didn't try to sell me anything, and told me that he personally didn't care if anyone bought anything after he did their make-up. I think that his more easygoing approach, as well as subtle application, sells the product better than someone slopping on the make-up, then trying to get you to buy $250 worth of needless things with their high-pressure tactics.
Today, I started my four days off Zyrtec.
This morning, I woke up wheezing - and had to end a shower a few minutes shorter than I wanted, because my chest was tightening.
Do I even have to mention the shortness of breath and the fact that most mornings, my throat is *itchy*, feeling as though I could scratch it with sandpaper? (No, it's not necessarily sore - just itchy. When it feels rubbed raw - that's when I know that I have strep or laryngitis.)
And I get to experience it all - and then some - until Tuesday afternoon, when I get to bare my back in the name of allergy testing! Oh joy!
Today on the bus, I accidentally hit my foot against an old man's cane. Seeing as the bus was in motion, and I was in a hurry to get to a seat - unless I'd prefer to land ass-first on the floor - I couldn't turn back to say "sorry", so instead I got to hear the old grump's barrage of insults directed at me, calling me a fat bitch and railing on about how I ran into his cane because I wasn't looking where I was going, blah blah blah.
Yeah, mister, I deliberately ran into your cane WHICH WAS RIGHT IN THE AISLE, completely unavoidable by anyone, because I'm an ignorant fat bitch. However did you know? I just looked away, avoiding eye contact with the cranky old man, feigning ignorance.
Yesterday - while on a different bus, I got to see what happens when people don't take their meds - or they're on the entirely wrong meds.
There's nothing more disconcerting than standing at the bus stop with someone who appears to be "just fine". Until they get on the bus and somehow their "go totally apeshit" switch is flipped. How else do you explain Crazy Mary yelling at the older man sitting across from her - screaming, "What are you looking at, you old geezer? Stop staring at me!"
I pretended to just watch the scenery on Market Street go by, rather than have her decided that I was looking at her for a milisecond too long or something.
Immediately post-outburst, she asked the driver to get off in front of a Walgreen's Drug Store, then explained that she was bipolar, just had her medication re-adjusted - was going to pick it up, and preferred to go to one Walgreen's only - not wanting to be a traitor to them or anything. (Really.) I almost wondered if bipolar disorder was her only problem....
Since I first moved out here, I've been getting my eyebrows done at the BeneFit counter at Macy's Union Square. The cost is along the lines of what I'd pay at a salon, and yeah, it does seem a bit odd to get it done while you're a few feet from the storefront window - but at least I can do it on a drop-in basis, and I have a preferred Eyebrow Goddess, Jai.
Anyways, this isn't about Jai, and the amazing work she does on keeping my brows in line - it's about the BeneFit counter, period.
The other day, I'd gone to their separate counter - the storefront counter was busy, and I had questions - and ended up being helped by an absolutely cute make-up artist,Michael, who'd come to the States from Guam a few years ago. I'd asked about the new cosmetics sets from BeneFit (Decked-Out Dandelion and Hoola Hues), and because I wasn't sure which one had colors that would be more suitable to my complexion - I wanted to get a little assistance.
I got the assistance, as well as a make-up application that was done in a subtle, light-handed way (seems to be quite rare for the cosmetics counters, you know?). In the meantime, mid-application, this woman comes up to the counter and starts yammering at Michael as though he was her friend - then starts to gripe that he was applying the make-up on me in a way that was much nicer than he did on her the other day.
At first, I thought she was joking. Considering that she'd appeared to have put on her make-up with small gardening implements - or while under the influence of something - I almost wondered if she was perhaps a drag queen that hadn't finished dressing. The more she talked, the slurrier her voice sounded, and at one point, Michael asked if he could tend to her return - just to get her to go away.
Since she was irritating me, too, I agreed. Once the return was done, and the customer was out of immediate earshot - having moved on to terrorizing the MAC counter - I got to hear the story of that debacle as Michael almost used half the bottle of hand sanitizer to clear away her ookiness. It turns out that she'd gotten her make-up done, didn't like it, stormed off and went to the MAC counter - then came back a couple of hours later, had the make-up re-done and bought almost $200 worth of cosmetics from BeneFit, only to return it two days later. During the application, she'd talked about punching the guy for doing a bad job the first time - and said that she'd gotten the cast on her arm from punching someone recently.
Fah-reek!! (The lady, not the guy - he was very cool.)
Anywho - I have a favorite person at the BeneFit counter now. Especially since he didn't try to sell me anything, and told me that he personally didn't care if anyone bought anything after he did their make-up. I think that his more easygoing approach, as well as subtle application, sells the product better than someone slopping on the make-up, then trying to get you to buy $250 worth of needless things with their high-pressure tactics.
Today, I started my four days off Zyrtec.
This morning, I woke up wheezing - and had to end a shower a few minutes shorter than I wanted, because my chest was tightening.
Do I even have to mention the shortness of breath and the fact that most mornings, my throat is *itchy*, feeling as though I could scratch it with sandpaper? (No, it's not necessarily sore - just itchy. When it feels rubbed raw - that's when I know that I have strep or laryngitis.)
And I get to experience it all - and then some - until Tuesday afternoon, when I get to bare my back in the name of allergy testing! Oh joy!
