On the train heading to work an event at stanford shopping center in palo alto, and I'm already late because today USC and Stanford game are causing delays down the peninsula. of course the only time I actually buy a ticket before boarding the train the conductor doesn't even come by and check the validity of the ticket. now the wasted $5.75 isn't going to something more productive, like that $5 dollar footlong i was hoping for at lunch.
Suburbia wasn't created for pedestrians, or anything of the bi-pedal descent...it is a flat land made for driving around in your expensive gas guzzlers. when I jump off the train it seems like a block to the shopping center but because there isn't a direct route to the lot, you must follow the streets and restrictions from the road which is a complete was of time. after the 10 minute speed walk to the center, which would have only took 3 minutes if I could have jumped a fence and j-walked across the 6 lane mini highway...damn.
When I finally make to the beauty superstore the same anxious feelings come over me, 'smile...play nice...act professional...and god forbid not swear in front of a customer or higher management'. Going into the stockroom/break area at these specialty luxury beauty stores are always a mix grab-bag, you really never know what you're gunna get but its always a disappointment. After saying my fake hellos to the other brand partners that instinctively respond with the same template questions, that I almost wanna make up fake answers to actually get a real emotion out of them. To avoid more akward contact I toss my tote in the office, grab my brushbelt and bounce on the floor....and now the game begins.
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