I decided to go to the mall and get some new makeup. I casually moved passed the mob, noting the frantic movements of the otherwise catatonic salesmen and women at the MAC counter. A shortish girl buzzed over and asked if she could help me. I smiled and said, "Yes, I am looking for someone to help me choose matching eyeshadow, blush and lipstick." The girl looked like a deer caught in the headlights. She blinked and looked around as if to say, "Are you fucking kidding me!?!" It seems Prom night was that same day. After stuttering she asked me to hold on and disappeared into a mass of bitching mothers and fretting teens. Silly me, I actually thought she was going to get me someone. Five minutes of dodging frantic people later I caught the eye of another counter girl and said the same thing. She took a deep breath and said, "To be honest, there's no one today. If you come back tomorrow or next week someone can spend hours with you. But today... it's prom night." I took one last look at the madness around me and walked out... turning once to snap a picture of the chaos.

Getting back into the swing of things is harder than I thought. My mind is still on vacation-mode. Work has been hell the past two days, so hopefully it will mellow out by the end of the week. My boss has been in an uber cranky mood and everyone else is taking that as a cue to bash her. Honestly she's not the evil person they want to make her out to be.

In other news I have yet to get that raise that goes along with all the extra shit I am taking on. If it doesn't come by next week I'm going to go on strike. You want the work? Pay me for the job.