My company blocked blogs as social networking sites this week. I can’t even see pictures posted on WordPress or Blogger in my reader anymore.
But on the bright side, I’ve never been more productive, I’m getting more responsibilities and surprising myself with my knowledge and performance at work. Time to grow up, I suppose.
This is why this post is most likely going to be word vomit of things I’ve been thinking about all week.
On my second visit to my chiropractor, he asked me a question about the last place I used to work and it threw me off because I didn’t realize the last time I had been there I was still a hotelier extraordinaire, so I just went with it and I’ve seen him three times since and have had to keep up the act.
It’s practice for lying to men in bars about my job, I suppose. I think my job is awesome, but I always feel like when people ask me what I do they want me to respond with something that’s easy to understand (particularly while intoxicated), like TEACHER or NURSE or DOLPHIN TRAINER (which I think I shall be this weekend).
I’m going out to celebrate my friend’s birthday tonight and my goal is to stay out actually late and look at least not TOTALLY lame trying to dance. It’s my first time truly “going out” in trendy Scottsdale and I’m nervous because I don’t feel like I fit in.
When that happens, I spend too much time worrying about it and shopping for something that won’t expose me as a misfit and trying on endless outfits. I also considered straightening my hair to fit in or something, but then I realized I love my hair and being unique is awesome and as long as I bring my confidence along for the ride I’ll be fine.
I’m also nervous because this is the friend who was the green-eyed monster the last time we went out and things are still strange. I’m not sure if her boyfriend is going, but her cute (and I think single) Steelers fan man friend is.
I went to pay for something in cash the other day and it came to $11.05. I had the $11 and then I stared at a nickel like I was visiting from another country until the 16-year-old behind the register was like, “yes, that one.” How sad.
I still do the arms straight down at my side test that they did at high school to see if my skirts or shorts are too short. Above the thumb is too short. I still wear it either way but always check.
My big plans for today are going to the library. And I’m kinda excited. Yeah, I definitely don’t fit in. And that’s fine.