Getting a Job

The latest words of wisdom from my soon-to-be-yet-not-soon-enough ex are "When are you going to get a job?" To which I replied, "I'm not." The argument was in the torture chamber otherwise known as the parent coordinator's office and was as childish as always. So, I have decided to get a job, but not quite the job Mr. Know It All thinks it will be. You see, my friend sells lipstick, rather expensive lipstick, and I am going to give it a shot. I can tell people what to do, Kristyn thinks I am great at that. I can talk people into buying a product I already use, so why not I say! Why not try it, it's make-up it's fun, it's getting out of the house and there's a 50% profit for each thing I sell!