Archive for February, 2014


I’m 50 years old. Normally I think that’s pretty cool, but lately my skin has been getting me down.  I don’t mind being 50, but don’t want to look like I’m 50. You know, 35, 38, that’d be cool. 45, even.

I’m one of those lucky people who don’t get a lot of zits. But before you start getting all jealous, think of this: when I do get a zit, it’s a great honking crater that forms usually on the tip of my nose. Rudolph much? It’ll be bright red for 3-4 days before it finally pops out, then when I squeeze it (I know you’re not supposed to, but really? How am I supposed to walk around with a ginormous whitehead throbbing on the tip of my nose) it bleeds, scabs over, and looks gross for 3-4 days before it finally subsides.  I’m not sure whether that’s better or worse than having more frequent but less attention-seeking zits. Anyway, my last one started about 2 weeks ago and took almost a full week to subside. I had 2 or 3 days of comparatively clear skin before another decided to erupt in the exact same spot.  For some reason, my trusty Mario Badescu doesn’t work on the Rudolph zits. I tried some other brand of zit medicine, which also didn’t work.

Yesterday I was at the salon to get my colour touched up and a trim, and I decided to splurge.  I’ve been wanting a Clarisonic for years, and have read lots of reviews, positive and negative. I even bought a pale imitation that was far less expensive, only to be less than impressed with it, a couple of years ago (as in, pre-house fire). I got my annual performance incentive Friday, and put half of it in the family account and the other half in my savings account. It seemed only fair to take a little bit of it out to protect my skin. I decided on the Clarisonic Mia, as it’s less expensive but still got good reviews. It only has one speed, as opposed to the others, but it has the handy dandy little auto shut-off after one minute, so I won’t be able to grind my facial skin into powder.

As of yesterday, the zit hadn’t erupted yet. It was still raging red and hurting like billy blue blazes.  So before bed, I cleaned my face with the Clarisonic and the sample cleanser they included in the box. My skin was a little tender, but it felt remarkably clean and soft, and soaked up my FAB moisturizer (excellent stuff, by the way) like nobody’s business.  By this morning the zit was at full strength. I cleaned my face with the Clarisonic and the sample cleanser, then took care of my nose.  I’m learning how to hold the Mia on my face (doesn’t need any pressure), and my skin didn’t feel as tender as it did last night. My make-up went on perfectly beautifully. No flakiness, no weird dry patches, nothing. It was gorgeous.

By the time I got home today, the zit was already significantly smaller than it normally would have been. No hard scab. No blood.  I took off my eye makeup, then cleaned my face with my Clarisonic and this time used my Dermalogica cleaner.  My skin feels so soft. The zit is almost gone. My skin’s drinking in the moisturizer.  Absolutely amazing.

I cannot believe what a difference it’s making just in 24 hours. 3 face cleanings.

I’m seriously impressed.  Sometimes things really do live up to the hype, and in my opinion, this may be one of them.

If you’re thinking about getting a Clarisonic, be sure you do so from an authorized dealer. I got mine at Ulta.  I was reading reviews on Amazon, and apparently a lot of the ones being purchased through Amazon are not genuine Clarisonics and are thus not covered under the warranty. Just a heads up.

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Today was a day.  I got a lot done, and yet there was so much that didn’t get done. I felt exasperated and frustrated when I left work, but until my managers understand how much work I truly accomplish in a day, it’s going to be like this.  It’s been two weeks (?)–or three weeks–not sure which–since I talked to my team lead’s boss. She was going to try to get me off the phones.  Yeah. That hasn’t happened yet, and she’s off the rest of the week so it won’t happen this week either.  Here’s the deal. The accounts I work involve many outbound and inbound calls every day.  I have to call attorneys, law enforcement agencies, etc., usually leaving messages and then getting callbacks. So having to be on the ACD means I also get a whole lot of calls completely unrelated to what I do, and I’ve been forbidden to transfer them. So in the midst of trying to work MANY accounts, I have to stop and drop everything to handle someone else’s work. So there’s that.  Then we have a team mailbox. We are supposed to go check it a couple of times a day, take care of our stuff and remove it from the team box. Today when I went in after lunch, there were about 150 emails in there, many of which hadn’t even been opened yet.  I have to open them and double-check the database to make sure they’re not mine, and since I had to do that, I went ahead and forwarded them to whoever on my team is responsible for handling them. Thanks to the refusal of my team members to take responsibility for getting their emails out of the team box, I spent about an hour and a half I couldn’t spare doing that. Now I started to not forward them, but the problem is that had I not done so, they’d have sat there until the next time, or the next time, or the next time. Basically I’d have had to do it anyway in order to avoid having to go through hundreds of emails over and over.  Grrr. Very frustrated.  I’ve talked to the team lead about it and she just doesn’t give a rat’s ass. Nice.  Maybe I’m doing her an injustice. Maybe she doesn’t know how to deal with it; maybe she’s trying to give certain people enough rope with which to hang themselves. I don’t know. The problem is that her inaction, and their inaction, causes me to have a lot more work than I already have.

I’m interviewing for another position tomorrow. I am wavering between declaring I will never again tell Joe when I have a job interview, and not doing that. He totally freaked out and wanted me to hop out of the bathtub at 7:30 p.m. and run and get my hair done. I refused, of course, because there wasn’t time and because I have a hair appointment tomorrow. Yeah, I meant to try to change it to tonight, but I ended up working late and wouldn’t have had time anyway.  Then he wanted to touch up my roots at home, and I refused again, because the last time he interfered with my hair colour, it was disastrous.  Then he started going through my closet to see what I was planning to wear, and then decided I had to have new clothes. He asked my size–I told him that in pants or skirts, they need to have an elastic waist, and I wear a size 14. In tops I tend to be XL, although sometimes XL’s are too big and sometimes they’re too small. This is why shopping for me has kind of turned into a nightmare. I have the benefit of getting to buy clothes from the misses’ section, but have to try EVERYTHING on except Diva cut skinny jeans from Old Navy (size 14, thank you very much).  He came home with two very cute tops, a skirt with an elastic waist that’s a size XL (a 14 is frequently a L) and is a bit loose, but will work for now, a gosh-awful butt ugly blouse that I politely refused to try on, and a pair of pants. The pants were not elastic waist, and they were size 18W.  I tried them on, telling him they’d be too big, and of course they were, and they looked ghastly.  He’s going to return the pants and the butt ugly blouse, and I’ll wear one of the other tops with the skirt for my interview.  He also came home with some powder stuff to brush onto my roots so my greys won’t show, and he proceeded to brush the powder all over my part line and the spots where my grey shows on my temples. Then he told me I need to not lie on my hair tonight. WTH?????  I asked how I was supposed to do that, and he told me I needed to sleep sitting up on the sofa. I refused and he got very huffy with me.  Sigh.  He means well and he’s trying to help. He means well and he’s trying to help. He means well and he’s trying to help. 

Despite scoring two cute tops and an okay skirt out of the deal, I do think that I’m not telling him the next time I have an interview. I nearly ripped his head off tonight, and one more night like this might finish the job.

Changing topics now. I’m spending Galentine’s Evening with mah chickies.  🙂  Soleil, Liz, Danielle and I are meeting to go see Vampire Academy and have yummy food. Joe was a little disturbed that I won’t be spending the evening with him, but I promised we’d do something Saturday. This has been planned for a while, and I’m in serious need of some girl time. Definitely looking forward to it.

And one of the books that Liz and I have been working on has completely changed directions.  It was going to be a paranormal story, not too scary or anything, a little light romance.  Then it was going to be a little more romance. But since neither of us cares much for romance, and neither of us has any clue on how to write romance, we made the drastic decision to take it into a darker direction and write it as a horror novel. We spent lots of time Sunday mulling over the rules of our world, and some of the backstory and plot, and I think we’ve really hit something good here. I’m very excited to get it written.

And that’s my galaxy. What’s new in yours?

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Prior to the kerfuffle after the Golden Globes, when Mia Farrow and Ronan Farrow tweeted about the allegations against Woody Allen, I had been unaware that he’d been accused of molesting Dylan Farrow.  I know, I know, I spend a lot of time apparently living under a rock.

I used to really like Woody Allen’s films, Radio Days being my favourite. I quit watching his movies when his romance with Soon-Yi Previn was made public. I found it, frankly, repugnant that a man would get involved with the daughter of his significant other. It squicked me out, and it made his movies less enjoyable for me. 

I read Dylan Farrow’s open letter the other day. I believe her. I think she’s telling the truth. 

Does that mean that I think there’s not a whole lot of crazy messiness going on in their family? Of course not. It seems pretty obvious that there is an abundant supply of crazy messiness.  That’s not my business. I don’t personally know any of these people, and the chances that I would ever meet them are nil.  Family life is messy, and crazy, and sloppy, and difficult. It can have great highs and great lows. So I’m not going to sit and point fingers at them.

I do, however, have a choice in who I support with my time, attention, and limited finances.  Someone can be a brilliant artist, and be a child molester. The fact that he may be a child molester doesn’t make the art any less brilliant, but it does tarnish the luster of the artist.  I cannot in good conscience support his art. So I won’t be seeing any new Woody Allen movies, no matter how wonderful they may be. And I’ll never again see some of my old favourites.

And that’s okay.


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Work sucks right now.  In fact, it sucks so badly that saying it sucks is making it seem vastly more pleasant than it really is.

I hate feeling this way, because I used to LOVE my job.  What changed? Everything. Team composition, team leadership, my responsibilities, my workload, overtime (as in none anymore, as a general rule).

My amazingly awesome team lead moved over to a different team, which kudos for him in continuing to develop his knowledge base and career path. He was a really good team lead, and he continues to be a good mentor and sounding board when I need one. I applied for his job, but ultimately didn’t get it. Instead, they hired two people who had no experience in our company and I’m not sure they have any experience with impounds and confiscations. That doesn’t necessarily have to be a bad thing. Everyone starts somewhere.  

There are a couple of people on my team who have performance issues. One of them is sweet and funny and I like her, even when I’m wanting to scream when I correct the same mistake she’s made hundreds–if not thousands–of times. The other one, well, I loathe and detest her.  She is very difficult to work with. She isn’t particularly fond of work, and I’m a workaholic. She charitably went to HR a couple of months ago to complain about her difficulties in her job–let’s just say this team isn’t a good one for someone who doesn’t like to work–and complained about my being a bitch. Not in so many words, at least not how the nice man in HR said when I had to go down and explain myself, but yeah. It’s hard to feel charitable about someone who complains to HR because you’re a bitch. Really, though, it was because she’d made an incredibly asinine error, and rather than fix it myself, I let her handle it. That pissed her off, and she’s been trying to make trouble for me ever since. 

My job duties changed a bit, which is fine. I like change and I like learning new things. What is not fine is that my workload continues to increase; my overtime has been taken away, so I’m having to do more works in less time (reminds me of the Israelites having to make more bricks and the straw isn’t provided, so they also have to gather their own straw and still make their brick quotas); and one of the new team leads is actively trying to cause problems for me. She sent an email to my team lead today asking him to review an account because “Faith is refusing to work it,” which is complete and utter bullshit.  Fortunately for me, many years of being a secretary/administrative assistant taught me the CYA lesson, and I have the emails proving that not only was I NOT refusing to work an account that wasn’t then assigned to me and shouldn’t have been assigned to me, I actually did some ground work to help the person I am reluctant to call a co-worker, because she doesn’t do a lot of work.  

What pisses me off even more is that I do very high quality work. I touch my accounts when they’re supposed to be touched; I document all the systems of record; I handle everything promptly. My non-co-worker doesn’t touch her accounts when they’re supposed to be touched; she doesn’t document the systems of record; and she sits on stuff for weeks on end. I’m out for three weeks on medical leave, and no one worked my accounts and two liens were lost.  She’s out for one day and I’m ordered to drop what I’m doing to work on her shit.  It’s crap. it’s wrong. 

I’m applying for jobs in other departments, but the process can be slow, and there are plenty of other candidates trying to get hired. I just hope that I can hang in there, refrain from popping my cork, and keep doing my usual standard of work until I do get to move to another department. I like my company, like the benefits, and would like to be able to stay with the company. 

Sorry to be so complainey. I’m struggling right now. I’m not used to being this miserable at work, and I don’t like it. Please say a prayer for me, if you’re the praying sort, or send me some white light if that’s your thing. I’ll take all the positive energy that’s sent my way. I’ll need it, to get through this miserable time.


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