You Just Can’t Hire Anyone Anymore
December 29th, 2009
I’m beginning to think the web developer I hired must have registered the domain name incorrectly. I’ve only just now taken notice. I am certain that what I told him was that the web address should be “Year Without [as much] Shopping”. Because “Year of At Least Think About Where Things Come From When You Buy Them and End Up When You Throw Them Out ” was too clumsy.
Oh, did you think I said “Year Without Shopping”? You must’ve heard me wrong. I didn’t do that anyway, that was the web development department. That guy smokes too much pot.
Anyway, I looked back over my Confessions post, and I realized that I have really caved on the original purpose. I bought two shirts at Mal-Wart for four and seven dollars. I feel guilty now, because I know that means somebody is suffering so I can have a cheap shirt.
I’m actually suffering a little bit my own self. I find that I am deeply sorrowful most of the time. I probably shouldn’t be; what do I have to complain about? I found myself wanting to go shopping this afternoon, and I think I am beginning to realize that it doesn’t really fill a void at all. If anything, it creates one, because then I’m all dressed up with no place to go.
On that note, I am going to try to live up to that impossible standard that stupid web guy set when he named this blog. Obviously it won’t be a year, since I’ve already done it, but I’d like to try to get back on the horse. I am trying to free up some money so I can go back to school and make something of myself, I mean besides a mess and a laughingstock, so not shopping for clothes I don’t need would probably be a good thing. I have stuff in my closet with the tags still on it as it is.
The hard part, though, as I said at the very beginning, is that I dress to reflect how I feel: sexy, confident, shy, or belligerent. It’s hard when I see an outfit in a magazine that I could put my own spin on if only I had some slouchy jeans or whatever. It’s hard when I have somewhere special to go and I want to feel special and new to go there, and I can’t let myself go buy a new outfit. It’s hard when my son is away and I have nothing to do and no one to do it with, and going to the mall to pick out clothes sounds fun. I guess I have no business complaining that it’s hard, since I didn’t actually do it. But in honor of you, dear reader, I am returning a belt and a studded tunic, and I will try to sin no more.
(Ok, I was actually going to return that stuff anyway, but still. And I need a pair of yoga pants, but that’s it. After that I’m off the mall.)
ya know, special characters, like square brackets (’[', for illustration) are usually disallowed in domain names.
Ya know, your shopping thing reminds me of a diet I once heard about, where you chew up all sorts of sinful food and then spit it out instead of swallowing it. Returning clothes you bought during mall cravings is somewhat like that, isn’t it?