corporate barbie, less the corporate and barbie bit

major LOST junkie.. totally confused and pissed that next wednesday will be lost-less and lame. the good news is the simple life comes back this weekend and pools open. sweet. if it wasn't a tad late i'd be calling my lost-friends to gossip, but i suppose it can wait until tomorrow... besides, i can't be that much of a nerd.
i have intern orientation tomorrow and i'm semi-nervous. i'm pretty sure they're going to take my picture for my "badge" or what not so i have to look official as well as officially photogenic. ha. time to play grown-up. i do wish i could say i was dressing up as corporate barbie, but i'm not working for a firm of any sort nor am i barbie-esque at all so that pretty much kills the idea of it all. blegh, i just hope i don't have to wear a blazer-ish work coat and shoulder pads. that's so 80's it makes my hair poof. plus it's almost june and june is no time for shoulder pads, as if there were ever a season for shoulder pads.
which reminds me..! you know what sucks....? being late for work, getting your period, having ZERO tampons in a house with 4 other women, and paying $10 for parking whilst making $7.50 per hour. oh yea, and running around town in a diaper all day, total bummer. and by diaper i mean pad. i'd always see pad ads on the television when i was a kid and thought it was because older people had bladder issues and needed to wear these downgraded diapers called pads. apparently, not the case since i tested my theory and wound up with pee in my shorts. whatever, i was like little and beyond ridiculous. the point is i had to wear a pad today and it was majorly lame. at least it wasn't one of those 3-inch fat crotch protector-types that you can see the outline through some silly girls pants. i don't care if anyone says otherwise but pad-lines are fucking hilarious.