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This is weird. Right now there’s a guy going around the office offering credit card accounts. He’s approaching every person in the workplace one by one, and he tried his sales talk on me just a while ago.

Sometimes I can be a really indecisive person and not know what I want. But this time I’m very much certain that I don’t need another credit card. I don’t want it. I’m not interested. My mind’s already made up even before he opened his mouth. And though I just said that I can be indecisive, I can also be very stubborn. Go figure.

But I wasn’t going to be rude, so I let him talk. Then I declined politely. Of course he didn’t go away and tried persuading me again. He asked me some questions about my current card, like which bank I’m with, how long I’ve been using their services, etc. And I did answer his questions. Then he tried to get me to fill out a form, and whenever I’d refuse he’d say things like the card’s not yet approved anyway, just give it a try, he can leave the form and come back for it, etc. He even said that my current card has hidden charges. OK. Whatever.

He wasn’t exactly in-your-face pushy, but he wasn’t going to go away easily either. Eventually I just turned back to my monitor and thanked him. I may have come across as a bitch, but at that point my patience was wearing thin. I felt a little bad at first, but now that I look back on it, why should I feel bad? I mean, how many times did I shake my head and say no politely? I even said thank you. I know he’s just doing his job. But I really don’t need another card.

Photo credit: Herbert Ponting

This girl is going on vacation. The next time I post a picture like this, I’ll be right smack in the middle of it. ‘Til then!

As much as I love wearing skinny jeans, I am never wearing them to work ever again. (Unless I’m somehow left without a choice, but that’s unlikely.) I just realized that they’re doing baaad things to my circulation. No wonder my legs would feel all tingly and numb. I thought it was just the fact I’m pretty much confined to my desk and PC when at work. But no, it’s the jeans. It’s the skinny jeans!! Talk about being a victim to fashion.

These past few days I’ve been sporting looser, cotton pants. So even if I’m on my butt for hours, ze legs don’t tingle. To my fatal yet beloved skinny jeans, I’ll see you on the weekends.

I just came back from taking a walk outside, and it was absolutely pleasant. Staying cooped up in a small office for long periods of time is enough to drive me mad (I’m at work right now). So sometimes I go outside to take a break and stretch my numbing legs.

Today’s little walk has been the nicest so far, and it’s all thanks to the weather. There was a light drizzle (I had to go back and get my umbrella) and a vagrant zephyr. Most of the time it’s hot and sunny, which I don’t like much. Walking in the rain is way nicer (as long as I have an umbrella, and as long as it’s not a downpour).

It seems, that a lot of my tops are getting shorter.  I’ve come up with three possible reasons for this:

1. My tops have shrunk.
2. I’ve grown taller.
3. My pants have gotten lower.

I’d like to believe that it’s #2,  but who am I kidding?