Wednesday, January 24, 2007



Atleast we got the same underwear.

Ok, it wasn't too bad yesterday.

We decided to make the best of it, me and little miss sunshine had macdonalds and sat back with some trashy magazines. We caught up with the latest craziness at work and did a bit of work .

One woman i epilated didn't take the pain very well, she kept arching her back and shaking her body, looked like she was having an orgasm, hehehe, was kind of funny in a weird way and then i find out the coppola-girl (she looks like sophia coppola) is actually a, lesbian! hehehehehe. I didn't know! i was in shock!

"omg! you're one of them!" i exclaimed.

We got a lot of lesbots clients but they're pretty ones, hehehe.

Anyway i've been posted to work in the city half my week and half in the blue-rinse. I don't mind, happier that way, i could have wine with lunch in the city at that little cafe in the strand.

Sometimes i wonder if this is what i am meant to do eventhough i enjoy permanently epilating peoples body parts and the remaining staff are really inspirational "senior electrologists" the C.E.O finally acknowledges, a conversation with the coppola-girl made me think.
She quit her lucrative job with an international media company to go travelling and explore her options.
She said "so many people get into a pattern and then become afraid to change so they don't think and don't take other options. So many options out there"
As i get older i do feel more vunerable thus look for safer options, when you're young you don't think of mortality but more about the thrill of chances . But once you have taken those chances and realise at times they don't pay off, there is opportunity and opportunity for loss.
I guess fear sets in and resigning to the mundanity of living.
Bills have to be paid .

I felt this year would be good to just set myself into work mode, before it's always been abit scattered with lots of adventures to fill in time. So many guises to play and charades to perform and letting the hours flow beneath our feet. Cafe days.

White picket fence, my favourite clothing store has finally closed. The place where i got introduced to skinny jeans and Hussein Challayan pants and westwood belt... finally closed.

5 comments:

Kenyo said...

You are such a good writer. You should collect it all and publish. Looking forward to more and more.

Tea-cosy said...

I agree... and if you need an editor, I'm your gal :P

peter said...

definitely a shame re: white picket fence, for sure.

if there is a bright side, it's that there is now even more justification for a melbourne jaunt! :)

oh hell, bills DO have to be paid... all i want right now is a mundane job. grass, greener, totally, oh i'd meet you at latteria right now if only i could...

calm balm said...
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calm balm said...

hi kenyo, thanks for the compliment! i will one day !

Tea cosy - we can split the profits! or the liability.. hehe

pete- the homeless transvestite who goes round asking for money has gotten new clothes! so she/he is getting less sympathy these days, i offered a bit of banana bread and she said " you don't want me to get fat!!" and walked off in a swathe of putrid body-odour.