Time Off
Well, I've been off all week. Didn't go anywhere... just puttered around the house and did stuff that needed to get done around here. Things like cleaning out my closet, taking about a million and four magazines down to recycling, reorganizing the kitchen cabinets - stuff like that. Nothing terribly glamorous.
The closet cleaning was the toughest of the tasks. I did some serious editing and found myself with a BIG load of things that were no longer taking my breath away. (It's funny... as I was pulling stuff, I easily remembered where each item was purchased. I couldn't necessarily remember when, but I remembered where). Anyhow, I'm left with this big load of stuff. I briefly toyed with the idea of taking it to the resale shop on filmore, but images of standing in front of a 20 year old
alterna-girl with about 3 too many visible piercings as she judges wether my clothes were worthy of resale made that thought fly outta my mind. I hate those girls... their withering looks as they hold up my freakin' Commes des Garcons shirt, wrinkle their nose and refold the shirt and place it on the "no" pile with an insincere smile. No thanks. So I decide I'm gonna be all benefactorly and take my stuff to Good Will on Clement. Sure, just around the corner, drop off the clothes and I'm on my way. So I load up the stuff in Mini (two full suitcases) and head out. 20 minutes later, i'm still trying to find a parking space. Sheesh. Suddenly I'm not feeling so benefactorly. Screw it. I'll go for a manicure.
I head out to Fillmore and wouldn't you know - parking spot RIGHT IN FRONT of the resale place. I still can't talk myself into taking two suitcases full of clothes in so I continue with my plan of getting a manicure. Post mani, i'm walking back to my car and see thtat nobody is in the "selling" area... I could just walk right in... oh what the hell. It's not like I'll ever see the alterna-girl working the counter again. So I grab my stuff and take it in.
40 minutes later, i'm getting into my car with an extra 205 bucks in my wallet. Alterna-girl bought everything. Who wouda' thought?
The closet cleaning was the toughest of the tasks. I did some serious editing and found myself with a BIG load of things that were no longer taking my breath away. (It's funny... as I was pulling stuff, I easily remembered where each item was purchased. I couldn't necessarily remember when, but I remembered where). Anyhow, I'm left with this big load of stuff. I briefly toyed with the idea of taking it to the resale shop on filmore, but images of standing in front of a 20 year old
alterna-girl with about 3 too many visible piercings as she judges wether my clothes were worthy of resale made that thought fly outta my mind. I hate those girls... their withering looks as they hold up my freakin' Commes des Garcons shirt, wrinkle their nose and refold the shirt and place it on the "no" pile with an insincere smile. No thanks. So I decide I'm gonna be all benefactorly and take my stuff to Good Will on Clement. Sure, just around the corner, drop off the clothes and I'm on my way. So I load up the stuff in Mini (two full suitcases) and head out. 20 minutes later, i'm still trying to find a parking space. Sheesh. Suddenly I'm not feeling so benefactorly. Screw it. I'll go for a manicure.
I head out to Fillmore and wouldn't you know - parking spot RIGHT IN FRONT of the resale place. I still can't talk myself into taking two suitcases full of clothes in so I continue with my plan of getting a manicure. Post mani, i'm walking back to my car and see thtat nobody is in the "selling" area... I could just walk right in... oh what the hell. It's not like I'll ever see the alterna-girl working the counter again. So I grab my stuff and take it in.
40 minutes later, i'm getting into my car with an extra 205 bucks in my wallet. Alterna-girl bought everything. Who wouda' thought?
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