I’ve become such a homebody lately. It’s that time of year. The doldrums have set in. It’s dark when I leave for work and dark not long after I get home. The days have been cloudy. I’ve fallen out of my exercise routine. Sleeping feels like the greatest thing ever and I when I stop to think about my routine (or lack thereof) lately, I feel like a slug.
I would like to embrace winter, but it’s currently one degree outside. One degree Fahrenheit. That’s minus seventeen Celsius, for the record. Tonight is reportedly going to be the coldest night of the season to date with a low between twelve and seventeen below. That’s 24 to 27 below Celsius, in case you were wondering. I’m really not embracing winter now. MORE BLANKETS ON THE BED!
So I’ve not really done much of anything recently, other than go to work. Work has been good this week. No word from the CEO on whether I’ve provided him a winning headline for the new brochure, but there are lots of other positive things happening and I’m happily busy. And I’ve made major progress on a particular ongoing problem. I’ve been having trouble downloading reports from an external website for three months. I’ve been in regular communication for a month now with an IT representative of the company. Lots of emails flying back and forth between us, every one of them containing my name (Terri) in the email address and my name (Terri) in the email signature. Today she sent me (Terri) another email and addressed me as Karen. I wondered for a moment who Karen was and why I was receiving her email. Then I realized that I was Karen. I think I like Terri better, but I guess I’ll let her call me Karen in the interest of continued progress.
That’s all just work though. There’s more to life.
The local Winter Carnival is going on. There are snow and ice sculptures I want to see. But as I mentioned, it’s dark. And one degree. Maybe even colder by now. It’ll warm up some by the weekend, so I’m hoping to go see those sculptures in the daylight and (relative) warmth.
So tonight I decided I would not sit home for hours after work doing nothing but being a slug. I got some coupons in the mail recently for my favorite clothing store. This store is not necessarily known for great prices, but they have things that fit me, namely pants that come in long lengths. And sometimes they have really good sales.
So I ventured out into the dark and the cold (and did I mention the wind?) I had my two coupons – one for a decent chunk of money off my purchase of a decent dollar amount, the other for an even bigger chunk of money off an even bigger purchase. I figured I might use the smaller coupon. I’ve never used the bigger one. Being a regular customer, I receive these kinds of coupons on a regular basis.
There weren’t very many people in the store, probably because of the aforementioned dark and cold (and wind.) I headed straight to the back of the store where the jeans are located, because jeans are what I was in search of. I saw a sign that said the jeans were buy one, get one half off. As I was trying to figure out if my coupons were a better deal than the sale, a helpful sales girl asked if I was finding what I needed. I already had several pairs of jeans slung over my arm, so I said yes. She noticed this and said, “Oh, you’re buying jeans! They’re buy one, get one half off, you know.”
“I see that,” I said. I then asked hopefully, “So can I combine that sale with the coupons for so much off a purchase of so much?”
“Yes, you sure can,” she said! Bubbly girl, she was.
I loaded up my arms with lots of jeans and went to try them on. These were the jeans that I normally wouldn’t even consider because of their price, but with all this money off, I thought I’d give them a try.
Back in the fitting room, I pulled on the jeans and they fit like a glove, all of them. I was ecstatic. And only a woman can really appreciate the magnitude of finding the perfect jeans on the first try. It’s a rarity. When it comes to women’s jeans, you can take three pairs of the exact same style in the exact same size and each of them might fit just a little differently than the others. Successfully shopping for women’s jeans is one of the great mysteries in life.
I went to the register with four pairs. Another bubbly sales girl working the register told me it was like I got a pair free with the buy one, get one deal. And then she scanned in my coupon and said it was like I got another pair free. And when I came home and explained to Mark that yes, I had four new pairs of jeans but really only paid for two, I could see that he wasn’t quite buying the story. Because he’s a man. And he doesn’t care if the jeans he buys fit his butt just right and fit his hips just right. And that’s okay. I don’t expect him to get it. Besides, price and savings and coupons didn’t matter to him at all. I knew this when he asked me if the new jeans made my butt look hot. This didn’t dignify a response other than the rolling of my eyes.
So this was my great excitement for the week. Jeans. So sad. Good thing I’m going to Arizona next week for a little change of scenery and temperature. My life should seem at least a bit more exciting after a nice visit to a warmer climate.
In the meantime, I’ll remain Boring Karen.