Tuesday, November 11, 2008

Blogging Boredom

It's 2008 and we just voted Barack Obama into office in an historic, and frankly, exciting election. As a fan of disasters on CNN and MSNBC, this presidential race beat the hell out of almost all the hurricanes. But we are also mixed up in the worst financial crisis ever. The DOW has fallen another 450 points today and talk about DRAMA. I can't get enough.

But the bottom line is this. I work at high-end retail establishment, on flat commission, in cosmetics. Oh, yeah, in Beverly Hills. And I'm not making any money anymore. So this economic crisis is bad. The industry of retail cosmetics is supposedly the last department to feel the crunch, because everyone needs a lipstick or to feel better when they can't buy the $4500 purse. But the bad economy was dropped off at the valet stand and entered cosmetics at the end of August. Will anything ever be the same?

Let me explain the pay structure here. I get 9% of everything I sell. I have a number of hourly make-up artists/skincare specialists who are paid by the hour and assigned to a particular vendor. I work for just the retailer, which means I can sell anything. And basically I depend on those artists to hand me sales and they depend on me to hand them clients. It's never that simple, but in a perfect world the thirteen artists and the four sales associates (me being one), work together.

Well, I'm bored.

We have no customers and we stand around and talk about the same things over and over. I thought I would log some of these thoughts during this slow, painful, hungry time. Theoretically it will shed some light on the future of our economy and my plight in the dead center of middle class. More likely I will talk about eye shadow. And my attempts to loose weight, find a different job, and my retarded acting career.

Today's thoughts:

Michael Crichton died. I am way more upset than I should be about this.

Why didn't anybody invite me to the No on Prop 8 protest last night? Where are my gays when we have work to do? Oh that's right, MY gays are drinking wine in NYC or Sweden, being fabulous. Oh well, who wanted to do that much walking anyway?

African Violet eye shadow from Laura Mercier is really beautiful. I never used to wear purple eye shadow, thinking it decidedly LancĂ´me, but had a change of heart sometime last year. I have green eyes and my friend I.C. says I am required by law to exhaust all plum options. And not to wear my favorite greens. And I listened. He cares a lot about eye shadow.

There is a girl at work who is convinced that Obama is going to get assassinated because there won't be enough security for him. Listen, if YOU are concerned, I am sure the Secret Service might be aware of the fact that he's black-ish and some people are going to feel assassinate-y.

There is nothing sweeter than a clean house. Nothing except a housekeeper to clean it for you. Thank you for making my mind feel clearer, Maria. And sorry I thought you were saying pencil instead of Pine-Sol. I am an asshole.

Why does everything I like cost $75 dollars? Therapy, getting my roots done, a good dinner.....all $75 dollars. All the drugs for my cat? $75.

Which brings me to Emma, my fifteen year old cat. I found out today that she will be on pills TWICE A DAY for the rest of her life. I thought we could whittle it down to once a day, but I guess the torture will continue. They have to be force fed, which involves two people, because she insists on eating around them if you put them in food. Jerk-face Emma. But hey, thanks for not dying last week. It makes me feel like you care.

I am really hungry for lunch. I think I'm going to get sushi even though it costs money. I am reading Nelson Demille's The Gate House, and I'm highly disappointed, but I can't stop. So sushi and DeMille.

4 comments:

toothpickmoe said...

All those things might be $75 dollars, but a husband to hold your crazy cat for you? Priceless...ish.

Big Tall Okie said...

I would volunteer to hold your cat for you, but I'm afeared I would hold on "too tight" and you wouldn't have to worry about the pills or money anymore...oh, and I'd be sad...I forgot that part.

Jean said...

I agree, the economy is 'way too DRAMAtic, but I can't not watch it either. And living on less $ sucks, which we have discovered this year. Sushi and DeMille? Sounds perfect.
Jean

Doot Doo said...

Is she were saying pencil, she would say lapiz.