Advertising in Action

I decided to blog again today, even though I swore it off yesterday-after my first post. There is so much to learn, ugh, and I have decided that while no one will read this it is still something.

Plus, there is not much to do at most temp jobs besides cruise the Internet and that starts to erode my soul after the fifth hour.

And, I need writing practice. I have always been a lazy writer and a so so at best typist. Being out of work is painful on many levels, but the battering that my self esteem takes is the worst of it. Maybe this will help.

OK, so now that I have rationalized why I think it is OK for me to do this, I will get on with it.

I am temping in Emeryville today (E-Ville as they say here in the office) and I decided that I would take an extra 10 minutes for my lunch break. I told my supervisor that I had an errand to run, and that I would make up the extra 10 minutes. You betcha I would! The thing about being a temp is that you have to be scratchy clean. All the time.

Wandering around during your lunch break at a temp job can be like wandering around in a really boring foreign country that you are visiting for the first time.
I went to the Goodwill and it was starting to depress me in that way that only a thrift store outing can. The store was too cold and the light was hitting it with such a glare that everything looked dusty and bright. ick.

I finally found an old dress from Neimen Marcus, and even though it was too small I bought it anyway. It's really cute! I told myself what I always tell myself, " I will alter it, I will learn how to alter things, and I will alter it". I will probably just end up keeping it unbuttoned and wearing a tank under it, it may work.

I crossed the street and saw a big sign advertising McDonald's Iced Coffee. It looked delicious! I vaguely recalled some notion that people felt they could count on McDonald's for a decent cup of coffee so I walked right in. I felt that familiar buttery warmth that I sometimes feel when I am at a fast food place, like everything will be alright because they are so consistent and they know how to take care of you. It only lasts a second.

I ordered a large coffee and asked if they put sugar in it. The guy said yes, 4 pumps. Knowing most people's tolerance for sweet drinks is way higher than mine, I asked for 1.

It was so huge, my iced coffee. It was bigger than my head, it was totally disproportionate to my body. When I got back to my job, I was thankful that I sat up front so no one would see me traipse through the office holding this huge McDonald's iced coffee.

And it was gross too, not even in a guilty pleasure way like cheap frozen burritos or ding dongs.
I couldn't even drink it.

McDonald's-I will NEVER order an iced coffee from you again!