Lotion

I'm at work. There's a staff meeting going on, but because I am a pathetic, lowly student worker I have not been invited to attend. So here I sit. Blogging. I work at the front desk of an office that I may or may not name eventually and there is a girl waiting to meet with one of the advisors. She's on her laptop and I'm sure she's basking in envy because I have the easiest job of all time.

I creep on Facebook. I talk to my coworker. And I smile and say good morning to passerbys. Occasionally I'm asked to file things, make copies, or if they're feeling jazzy I do some data entry. I haven't been trained to use the phones yet, so I don't really have to interact with people.

I'd be jealous too.

But as I sat here I realized that my body was disgustingly ashy. I'm talking straight up tribal Africa ashy. So I walk to the back of the office where they have a little station with antibacterial and lotion and lube up.

I had no idea that that lotion would smell like freaking Vicks Vaporub and that I would smell like an old woman for the rest of the day. But... it did and I do.

I can't say it's an offensive smell, in fact it reminds me of being tiny and small. But it's sort of oppressive and I've definitely been judged for smelling like this.

But ohhhhh... It's so cool and refreshing on my legs. It's eucalyptus-y and tingly. And frankly I may or may not steal the entire bottle from the desk. But that would be embezzlement and I'm not about losing this wonderful job.