Friday, August 17, 2007
My job is driving me crazy! So crazy, in fact, that it makes me want to rip my hair out by the roots. So a few days ago, that is exactly what I did; I made an appointment to get a bikini wax.I called, I asked a few questions, I calmed my nerves, and I made the appointment for the Tuesday before Ben got here. I took a late lunch to get it done at this pretty swanky place I know. As I am sitting on the big comfy waiting room couch filling out my paperwork, an all too familiar voice exclaims "Hiiiii!" I close my eyes and swallow before I lift my chin to look my aestetician in the eye and squeak "I thought you were in Austin."Now, let's all think about who could possibly be the most unnerving person assigned to work on one's most intimate area. That's right, the girl your boyfriend gave his virginity to. The girl he dated for three years and whom you treated like shit. And it isn't like I could just run out because then she'd think I still disliked her or maybe thought she was incompetent or something. So I went through with it. Thank goodness I had to go back to work that afternoon or I might have taken the spa up on that offer for a glass of wine. And then I might have asked her input on what Ben would like best.
Posted by Never A Plain Jane at 1:24 PM