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[someoneworthfinding]

I just finished seven days of cosmetic resets. Ten hours a day, at seven different stores. I hurt from my feet to my neck, but I spent all that time in the company of women who were mostly my own age, and had similar interests. As difficult as the work was, it was almost like a vacation. Minimal annoying customers, the ability to actually finish projects that I start, catered lunches and store-supplied drinks, and conversation with new people. Sure, we complained about the company and compared individual stores, but we also exchanged beauty tips and recs (we are Beauty Leaders, after all), and talked about family and dreams and music and movies and TV.

We had a conversation about what we would do if we won the lottery, and everyone had the same plan: buy ourselves a regular house, buy our parents a house, pay off any student loans, and put the rest away to gather interest. Millenials have very simple desires. Housing and security. That's it.

I'm very tired, but I feel good, and I'm not ready to go back to regular shifts at my home store. That said, as I've mentioned in previous posts, my birthday is less than two weeks away, and I leave for L.A. to see Panic! at the Disco two weeks from tomorrow morning. Things aren't so bad.

I might even write tonight. I've been thinking of my Young Volcanoes boys, and a fic that has yet to see the light of day. We'll see.