I forgot to put in what my horoscope said about my week. All I can remember is, it mentioned a love interest on Friday, it also mentioned something about the full moon helping me to be on my guard, then it rated my week. It said, Work a B, Love an A, and money a C. No brainer there, I am as broke as my car. My account reads in the early tens, that's how bad it is. I am praying a a get a check or two to resuscitate it this weekend.
Gee after working in the fragrance dept for 4 days straight, this is what I've come up with:
* I am over my fascination with perfumes. I see and smell so much of it, it's not a craze anymore.
* I see so many men, handsome, older, younger, in between, anything, just men buyng gift sets for their girlfriends, loved ones, crushes, trying so hard to get it right, to buy the exact fragrance that she asked for, the exact one she wears or if they do not know it, something that smells like her, or they would like on her. With all these, I wonder...isn't love wonderful? Wish someone could run around to get me a gift like that sometime.
* My legs feel like logs of wood. I have a deeper respect for those who sit for a living. There must be an easier way to make money, and lots of it. I wish I had some bath salt to soak them in. Does that work for sore, swollen feet?
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