i'm baaaaaack

After a few months (ok, maybe 6) I've decided to start posting again. I took a minor break from the blogging when I started my new job back in the fall. However, after many requests, or laziness from copying and pasting the same thing into every g chat conversation, I've decided to jump back on the blogging band wagon.

Here is how I started my Monday morning. The dress code at my office is very socal casual, if you will. Basically you wear whatever you want. Last week someone was walking around bare foot all day, no joke. I always try to dress "cute" for work, but don't let your imagination run wild here, you will never see me in heels. As you can imagine, not all of my Texas outfits fit into my new socal dress code, but I'm trying to make it work here. I haven't purchased my converses quite yet, but that's only because I'm still deciding on a color.

In an effort to make my jcrew cotton dress look a little more edgy and "cool," I decided to wear my new favorite flats (that I purchased in Texas by the way).
I've been getting mixed reactions on these puppies, but you know me, I don't give a shit, and more importantly, when would the Olsen twins steer me wrong. I'm a big fan of their line Elizabeth and James. I like them, and if you don't, keep your comments to yourself, or more simply gfy. Last night I was walking around Santa Monica and a young man stopped me and told me how much he liked my shoes. That made me especially happy since I was walking alongside a certain roommate (sister) of mine that does not particularly care for them.

I was feeling good (=fashionable) when I zipped these puppies up this morning (Yes, they have zippers on the back). I'm making my green tea and minding my own business, when a chatty co-worker of mine walks by starts the usual Monday morning weekend small talk. He begins to walk away and then does a double take and says "Oh my gosh what did you do to your ankles? Are you ok?" I, of course, am like my ankles wtf is this loon talking about, and then I look down and realize I'm wearing my olsen shoes. Oh joy. He thinks my fashionable gladiator sandals are ankle braces.

I mean, really?

Did I mention this was the co-worker who threw up in our workout class last week? Oh no I didn't because he swore me to secrecy. I guess the joke is on him :)

15 Minutes of Fame Here I Come!

Please excuse me for the lack of recent posts. My theory here is quality over quantity. I can’t waste my blog reader’s time with nonsense. Hopefully this post will keep you reading air mattress living and maybe make you laugh, too. :)

When Jennifer first started her new job in LA I was bored and lonely. I maybe heard on the radio there was an open casting call to be on ABC’s Wipeout. I maybe was considering trying out….but then a hang over inhibited me from going to the 9am Saturday casting call. However, during one of my day trips to Starbucks, I found myself applying to be a cast member instead of applying for jobs. The application process was fairly simple. You just had to answer some basic questions and then submit photos of yourself. I of course scoured my 1,543 pictures on facebook and found some real classics that I knew Wipeout would love. Needless to say, after submitting the application, the show had no crossed my mind.

Yesterday I started my new job, my new real job. I have a cubicle, a work email address, and am actually going to order business cards. This is the real deal. Out of the blue, on day 2 at the office, I get a random missed called from a number in Burbank, CA. On my lunch break I check my voicemail, and someone from Wipeout wants to axe, I mean ask, me a few questions. My jaw literally drops. Three and half months after I submitted an online application they call, oh and on the second day of my new job. This has to be a joke.

I call them back to see what is going on. It turns out they had a series of questions to ask me before I could proceed to the next level.

· Do you have health insurance? (red flag #1)

· Do you have any knee, should or back injuries? (hmmm)

· Have you had any major surgeries in the last ten years? (ok so maybe this isn’t such a good idea)

· Oh, and can you swim? (oh, never mind totally legit!)

I passed this rigorous test with flying colors, and they want to have me audition for the show on Friday. Of course I said I would be there. I mean the chance to be on national tv and to win $50,000!! Ummmm, hello. I have no shame and field day was always my favorite day in lower school. Surely I can win this game. However, reality set in, and it probably isn’t the best idea to leave work early on my first week to try out for reality tv. This was my chance for those 15 minutes. Oh well.....

Blogosphere meet KP, KP meet Blogosphere. Happy Thursday

By the way, who took this pictures? Please tell me you did not use your self timer.

If this doesn't make you laugh, I'm not sure what will.
love you KP! xoxo mel mel

The Diary of a Shop Attendant: Chapter 2

This past weekend an elderly lady came into the store and successfully slid a sly one past us, well actually not me, my co-worker. The woman was all frazzled because she drove 25 miles to get to the store in time and realized she was three days past her return date. My co-worker bought her frazzled, traffic, driving, old lady story and let her exchange the bag for a different one. Apparently the one she wanted to return has been ‘sitting’ on her shelf and just isn’t right for her. At this point I am avoiding the return situation since no one has taught me how to do returns this really isn’t my problem.

Well, on Monday, a shipment of bags comes in and the manager is putting them out on the floor and rearranging the displays. While I am helping a customer my boss whispers in my ear to go in the back when I have a second and see what I find in the inside pocket of a purse she has just set back there. I am of course nervous and assume whatever I find will be alive. That is not the case. I quickly walk to the back because impatient me can’t wait to see what is there and look what I find:

If you are still staring and not sure what that is….. there are THREE sanitary napkins inside the purse. SICK. NASTY. That happens to be the exact purse the frantic old lady returned over the weekend. There are so many things wrong with this picture it is not even funny. First of all, frantic old lady is a liar because clearly she used the purse. Why does such an old lady have maxi pads (sick, the word of the post)? How did my co-worker that accepted the return not find them? Keep in mind next to the maxi pads is the price tag that my co-worker PUT INSIDE THE BAG.

A few lessons to take home from this lovely tale: 1. Empty all pockets of a purse when you decide to return it after you have already worn it, and 2. Check inside all the pockets before you buy it. No one wants a “gift with purchase.”

Until next time.

xoxo mel

Amazing.

Because tomorrow is Friday!



I think this beats JP's video.

xoxo Mel

HAPPY BIRTHDAY Jenny from the Block!

Here are few clips of JP partying in the U.S.A. Hey MTV, I hear you are in the market for a new character in The Hills. Ummm have you met JP??



I think I am going to help Jennifer get famous out here in LA.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY PINK PRETTY PRINCESS SISTER!

love you!

xoxo mel mel