I’ve been in such awe of the city I live in lately. I’m not a huge fan of city living, San Francisco is gorgeous from a distance. Oakland is where its at for me. I couldnt ask for anything better. I feel very lucky riding in and seeing san franciscos skyline. And riding home on one side I see all the little houses sitting in the Oakland/Berkeley hills and the other side I see the Golden Gate Bridge in the distance. I’m just happy here, I feel lucky I get to live here, and really proud that I made it and that I’m surviving in this highly competitive town.
But you know what. I’m kinda appreciative of having to deal with crazy people because I’ve become pretty good at not taking anyone’s shit. Don’t fuck with me, don’t even try. I have become the queen of not giving a shit!
Somebody once grabbed my arm to look at my tattoos and then proceeded to lifting up my sleeves to see further. And I was all whaaaat
Then somebody yelled at me in a mall saying “hey! Hey!!! Lady!!!” So I look thinking that maybe he was trying to tell me that I dropped something but he yelled “let me see that tattoo on your arm” like bitch, I’m on my way to work who do you think you are??
I just really despise people. Working here, in a mall in a mall in downtown San Francisco I see the most horrible displays of people and all the dumb shit they do. And taking bart is also the best thing to do if you wanna see fucked up people. This lady was smoking crack on the train. This giant dude is yelling at a innocent old lady and scares everyone half to death that they all huddled in the front of the train together. The streets always smell like piss too. Hate the city.
Yesterday I helped a lady whose skin was puffy swollen red and…stuck. She told me she did a face mask two days ago and the wax is stuck to her skin. She was asking for samples of cleansers. Lady was SO crazy that she didn’t listen to me telling her she has to wipe off the highly medicated cleanser I strongly advised her not to use. I am handing her wet cotton pads and she keeps asking if that shit is hypo allergenic.
Then a lady on speed or something tells me she bleached her entire face with rite aid bleach cause she hates her peach fuzz.
I have a really shitty shift at work coming up. It’s for inventory so I wouldn’t get out until midnight and I have to come back at 7 the next morning. Fuck that.
So I booked a hotel room for myself in the city so I wouldn’t have to deal with the hour it takes me to get back to the east bay.
I’m going to take a bath with my favorite lush products, smoke a joint, and drink white wine.
Yay for being an adult and making good money.
Some parents are really fucking weird and crazy. I watched a little boy and a little girl shove my coworkers Chanel brushes up their noses and into their mouths while their dad just stood there watching them, waiting for them to finish. Like whhaaattt??