Doctor, doctor.

Okay, so I didn't want to post one after the other, but I've done it before, so I'm going to do it again. I just made that appointment with the GI doctor to see if he can send me to take the right tests to confirm my hypochondria-ism about being gluten intolerant. I have to wait till the middle of October, though. We'll talk about that later. In the meantime, let's talk about how I had to get another blood test done today to see if I'm allergic to garlic, oranges and some other really random things. Who knew that there were blood tests to determine such specific allergies? Anyway. I'm glad the food diary thing is over. I hated writing down everything I ate. The diary ended up looking something like this:




Anyway. Let me let you in on something about my industry. Remember how I complain all the time about the products I love being discontinued? There are so many things-- from eyeliners to cleansers to moisturizers and what not that are always discontinued and never to be found again. Well, corporate always has a ton of these things left. So many, in fact, that we don't know what to do with them. Sometimes they are just piled up in product closets or the warehouses, collecting dust. It makes me so mad because the other day, when I went to talk to someone at Dermalogica about getting my hands on some of the un-reformulated acne treatment, they were telling me that the old units weren't available and just disappeared off the face of the earth. I'm not even kidding. If we ever decide to discontinue something, we either donate the remaining inventory to charities, or we sell them to Marshalls or T.J Maxx or something. But even still, there are still units of each of these products everywhere. That's what makes me angry. I really could have used some more of my discontinued perfume.

The latest drama at my job is that The Boss walked into someone's office while they were pow-wowing about her. When she went into the office, everyone got quiet, and she felt really uncomfortable. So she came over to let me know not to trust the people who were in that office at the time. Funny. This means that I have to add those people to the growing list of people within my office that I have to be be cautious around. It kills me. I might as well not talk to anyone. But what's the fun of working in cosmetics with a bunch of women when you can't listen to gossip all day long? I have to admit that it's always exciting. Speaking of exciting, where are my microfiber towels and blanket?