Perchance to Dream

Anyone who knows me knows I'm a bit of an eye shadow aficionado.

I call it The Stash.

Backstory: One day, a couple of years ago, I realized eye shadow (and makeup in general) was a ton of fun. It spiraled downward from there.

Or upward, depending.

I discovered The She Space, which morphed into Hope Quest, which has now closed its doors; I slipped in under the door to order some shadows from her final collection, which was geared at empowering women. I placed the order a couple weeks ago, and frankly forgot about it while all the crap went down at work.

They arrived today.

I am surprised by how fortuitous the names are - I noted them in passing while ordering, but I was going more for the color than the titles. But all the titles fit my present situation: Dance to Your Own Drum, To Guts and Glory, Blazing a New Trail, To New Beginnings, Be the Dream, One Bold Step... it just seems to fit in perfectly with basically living the fantasy of telling off my "superiors" (I use that term loosely) and striking out on my own.

It seems almost like fate, that I stalk away from that company and on my first real day of freedom, these lovely presents arrive.

I can't wait to play with these colors. I ordered a few dupes to give out as holiday gifts. I want to give each of my girlfriends the full set, but at this point in time, I need to pinch pennies where I can. I'll see if I can swing it.

Spent the afternoon with my friend B ("Now you're home all the time...I CAN COME BUG YOU!") and then drove down to San Diego. I relayed the Epic Walkout story to my mother, who had to keep closing her mouth at some of the statements uttered and situations created. She'd heard the gist of it over the phone, but this was the first blow-by-blow. "Something I created said all that," she said, pleased as punch. "You have a mouth! I'm so glad!"

I think everyone has fantasized about spewing all I spewed at a bad boss. I don't recommend doing it if you're afraid of burning bridges, but I will be damned if I work with either of those individuals again, hence my fearless spouting off. Those of you coming to this blog late and shaking your heads at my actions, please note I am not a confrontational person. I'm terrible at it. Honestly, I prefer to be left alone to quietly do my job. I was pushed to the breaking point here.

I've been getting some messages from former coworkers. They're all positive. And bar none, a lot of them are glad someone finally spoke up (it takes the person who's quit to actually make a scene and push for change, I guess).

Mom saved a copy of the latest Women's Day for me, which featured articles on making money from home. My, erm, new breadwinner, Demand Studios, is on there, as is the suggestion to add advertising to blogs. I don't know how I feel about that. It's not so much the monetizing thing that bothers me; it's more that this blog was originally created for a class and for friends rather than...the world, though I knew people could find it if they looked.

Stick with this, start a new one and discuss more Important Matters on it? Hmm.

For now, bedtime.