The Time I got my make up done at Nordstroms

I had a dentist appointment in the morning and I said that I would be in before noon that morning.  After rushing around to do my cancer appointments, I was at the point where I was done rushing.  I had the time and I wasn't going to rush.  It was a Friday and nobody was going to do my work except me.  

I was done early and I knew I could have gotten to work earlier but I didn't.  I ran my errands at Target and I stopped to get lunch at Mayfair Mall.  I went into Nordstroms to look around first and someone offered to do my eye make up when I looked at some of the make up counters.  It was someone who worked for Nars.  They had fun cool eye shadows and I said sure.  She did a fantastic job on putting eye liner.  I don't know how to do a cat eye.  She knew and it looked great.  She wanted to do more and I said I had to get to work this morning. I bought my stuff, grabbed my lunch and went to work.

I didn't think anything of it but eagle eyed Lorna noticed the make up and said something to me. I said I had a good day with my eyeliner stick.  It was none of Lorna's business.  She was so pampered and spoiled by everyone.  I thought maybe I needed a little of it myself.  She asked way too many questions that bothered me.

It seemed like after that, I got treated differently, especially at home when I would take my mom for appointments. I could enter my time when I got back normally.  No, I was to enter the time and submit how long I would be gone.  Sigh.  I didn't know how long it was going to take for my mom to get a covid shot but I entered with a longer estimate just to cushion the time that I was gone.  I had asked Frick if she had the same issue and she told me no.  I often wondered if Lorna made mention of where I was that morning.  She was close with the boss and she used to bring her in stuff she would crochet.  She even brought in old shoes.  Gross.

It didn't matter what the hell I was doing.  I did go to the dentist.  I did show up before noon. I was also respectful of others and their time.  I maybe took a day off here and there during the summer months. I never asked off for more than a day around the holidays.  I gave up time when someone needed it.  I never took a day off during treatment.  I short changed myself on my lunch and came back early plenty of times to keep up with my work.  

So I got my make up done?  Big deal.  I looked good that day.  Haters.   

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