It's Friday, it's the 17th and when I woke up this morning I had far more money than usual. Payday. Since I started working in 1999 I have had two pay day rituals: The first is getting a bagel with lox and cream cheese (the only time I ever eat this dish). The second is going ape shit bananas at the local CVS. Most paydays also include taking a cab to work, but I've been working evenings lately and so I just walk. It's gets the humors flowing.
I am not a Duane Reade girl. I read the article in last week's New York magazine and its descriptions of the filth and chaos in Duane Reade is exactly the reason why I don't go in there. Every store is different. I can never find the pantyhose or the lip gloss or the beverages. This drives me crazy. As much as a spaz as I can be, I crave order. CVS, on the other hand, is an oasis of clean and organzation in an otherwise chaotic world. I find their employees to be helpful. Their prices are low. Their store brand Noxema delivers.
This morning I took my list of needs down to 23rd and First Avenue, one of the most inexpensive CVS's I've found in the city, and got down to business. I got a Father's Day card, a scrapbook, rubber cement, multivitamins, vaseline, hair mousse, lipstick, diet coke, antihistamines (damn allergies), scotch tape and the new issue of Glamour magazine. I was an inch away from buying some Jovan Musk perfume, but then I realized that standards needed to be upheld and backed away. $65 lighter, I felt like I was well stocked, at least for another week.
I hauled my freight home, fed the cat and then I got on my hands an knees and started cleaning my hard wood floors. This has become one of my latest fascinations....how clean can I get my apartment? Killing dusts bunnies can be strangely therapeutic. Anyone who knows me knows that I was not put on this earth to be a house keeper, yet I seem to be drawn to cleaning products lately. You should see my bathroom...it glimmers!
Time to return to work, or whatever passes for it lately.
