In the last 24 h0urs, several things have happened that have made me seriously question the logic of the universe.
First of all, as some of you may know, I have rosacea which sucks. I haven’t had a serious episode in months*, but yesterday, my mother rolled into town** and, as if on cue, it flared up and my nose swelled and pinkened itself to like twice it’s normal size. So now, somehow, I am sitting here like Bozo the Adolescent Clown, praying for it to go away. Plus my hair, in its infinite wisdom, has rebelled against my constant winter hat wearing and has decided two seperate itself into two hairstyles. On the right, it’s all Farrah Fawcett Charlie’s Angels flip; on the left, it’s Sissy Spacek Carrie flat. I cannot decide which one I hate more.
Then this morning, I received an e-mail from my manager’s manager telling me that I have not one but three unused vacation days that I must take by the end of April. As my work is very strict about these things and unwilling to give anything for free (as most jobs are), I am totally confused as to how this could have happened since I could have sworn they were militantly tracking my absences and that I had only one left available. Also, I got an e-mail from my friend Jack telling me that they are currently looking for downtown hipster extras for the Scott Pilgrim movie and will be shooting in Toronto in April. I am not sure that I am cool enough to be in such a movie but I am definitely intrigued.
So here I sit, totally baffled. On one hand, I feel and look like a troll, and on the other, there is the possibility I could be in a movie that I have long dreamed about participating in (provided they liked my picture and invited me for a go see).
*The last time I had it this bad was the week before my wedding where my cheek was so swollen, it looked like I had been punched in the face. Awesome.
** Thankfully for me, “the face” did not make an appearance.