Hiya,

I'm in kind of a mood today. We're short-staffed, and currently I'm the only one of three positions who usually answer the phone working here. Well, they hired a new girl, but she just started yesterday and they probably won't even start training her on the phones until tomorrow or maybe even next week. Gah. I'm really tired of answering the phones.

We've been short-staffed since early December. It's really taking its toll on me. I thought it was supposed to be a short-term thing.

I'm also inexplicably dizzy today and it's really messing with me. Even sitting down, I feel dizzy, and when I stand it gets worse and when I walk, I stagger like I'm drunk. I'm hoping that it's just some water from my shower this morning trapped in my ears, not that I'm getting an ear infection or anything. I refuse to be sick. I'm otherwise ok, so I'm going to keep thinking positive and just go ahead to the gym tonight.

The rest of this entry is more personal than I usually get in this journal (it's about my experience with bras in swimsuits), and since I'm usually pretty personal, you can't say I didn't warn you.

I bought a new swimsuit, which arrived last night. I think I should never, ever buy a swimsuit through mail-order again. I was trying out a skirted suit, but I've come to the conclusion that a skirted swimsuit looks worse on me than a high-cut leg one, making my legs look too short and pretty much robbing me of my waist. But the worst part of this suit was the soft-cup bra. I can't wear these things. I'm not as perky as I was 10 years ago, sure, but according to every soft-cup bra garment I've ever tried on, most women's breasts fall about four inches lower than mine. The result of me trying to get myself into such a thing is that my breasts are smooshed down and (usually) apart, giving me this horrible saggy granny look. I look so much better just naked it's not even funny. I am perkier naked than I am in these "supporting" soft-bra cups. That's just not right.

Give me a shelf bra any day. Not that most women's swimsuits offer them. Most of them have the soft-cup bra. Satan invented the soft-cup bra.

I hate swimsuits. Hate them hate them hate them. And the worst part is I have to buy a new one in the next two weeks. Gah. Bye bye decent body image!

I'm going to take my cranky self elsewhere on the web now. Hopefully I'll be cheerier the next time I post.

Dizzily yours,
Heather