beauty and the beast

an interesting observation – both yesterday and today, i didn’t wear any makeup… which evokes much response from my coworkers, apparently. “are you sick? you look sick.” “are you tired? you really should sleep more!” and more and more. i’m going to wear makeup tomorrow and i am sure i will have more do-gooders excited over my miraculous recovery of whatever mysterious disease that drained the color out of my features. depressing.

on another note, i have made friends with the cleaning man at work, since we seem to spend many of our evenings together. he comes in around 6pm and i’m usually still there, and we have been silently bonding for the past year. the week before gma, he finally asked my name. his name is jim. jim is probably the best cleaning guy in the world, he always empties the trash and vacuums the carpet. one time i had a three-month temp stint in facilities management, and let me tell you whoever was emptying the trash and vacuuming the carpet back in those days was not jim, because they really just never did their job. every morning i would come in to work and go through my inbox piled high with emailed evidence that the cleaning crew once again did not fulfill their duties. i guess that’s why we hired jim. he smiles a lot.
anyway, next time i complain about my job, someone smack me and tell me to shut up and be thankful that i was raised as an overprivileged  white english-speaking middle-class suburban brat who was able to spend over $60k on a college education and doesn’t have to clean up other people’s inconsiderate messes for a living.