I am home from my first day at work. Please note that I am typing this at twenty to 6:00, and I have let the dogs out, talked on the phone, changed clothes and put in an Amy's Burrito to cook before I got on here. Who likes her short commute? Did I mention I have not had a short commute in almost 20 years? Did I mention the first George Bush was president then?
I think I like my new workplace. Y'all know when I get a new job I do not talk so much about the place itself, lest I get fired like Dooce, but the building itself is very pretty, and everyone is cool and tomorrow I get taken out to lunch.
Also, I already had two pertinent conversations about em dashes, and you just do not know how as an editor I miss talks like that.
I wore one of my new ensembles to work today. Yesterday I went out and exhausted myself creating a wardrobe-y when the day before that there was none. This new place is pretty dressy, and I have not had to dress up for work, like, ever. In fact, the last time I had to dress up for work was the last time I had a short commute. Apparently the two go hand in hand.
Anyway, $455 on my credit card later, I now own five pair of worky pants in size enormous (who needs to diet, stat?) (who needs to stop saying things like "stat"?) (do Amy's Burritos count as dieting?), four new sweaters, three super extra-cute pairs of shoes and 96 old blouses that will have to do.
Here are my new Jessica Simpson shoes, and I like how my old shoes are peeking at them with envy at the edge of this photo. They are supposed to be kind of beigy gold, but I wore them today and I think they are more pink. What WILL I find to go with them?
I hope you're sitting down, but I picked up some silver metallic flats, too. Hey, they were on sale 30% off, and there is the tiniest scratch on the toe of one of them so I had them knock off an extra 10%. My, these are good pictures. I cannot TELL you how exhausted I was, after working on that statistics textbook all night then having to shop all day, so these are very, "Oh my God, I am so not in the mood to get my phone and photograph this" shots.
I finished the @##$@&*%% statistics book, by the way, SIXTY-EIGHT HOURS later. That is not one of my exaggerated numbers. That is why I felt free to rack up $455 on my credit card. As soon as my check of pay comes from freelancing, I can pay that credit card right off.
And if new shoes and size-enormous pants weren't exciting enough, my friend Blanche sent me a Sephora gift certificate last week to say congratulations on the new job. Blanche is the cutest friend you could ever ask for. At any rate, I got me some Bobbi Brown lipstick, because that's my prerogative. It came in the mail today while I was toiling.
Oh! Oh, oh oh oh! And I forgot to tell you the other exciting thing! I have been in the spare room lately, not to sound like The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe, and every time I'm in there, I keep thinking, You know, it sounds like baby birds out the window. And I keep looking out the window like an idiot and not seeing any nests and do you KNOW there is a nest RIGHT UNDER THE WINDOW that I was missing day after day?
June. Alert. Good with accessorizing. And ram horn hair.
Anyway, there is a CARDINAL'S NEST and it's RIGHT THERE, and I do not mean the pope or whomever is there with a tiny hat, but rather a red bird and his brown wife, and their tidy tidy nest and at least two fuzzy little birds who I can see clear as day. If there are more they are hidden by foliage, but those two are RIGHT THERE under the window!
I have to go because Marvin just showed up to deliver some legal papers. I asked if he had anything to say to the blog crowd but he said he did not. Hmph! Edsel is having hysterics at seeing his daddy.
Remind me to tell you about the scorpion that is under my corner cabinet. I have to go peel Edsel off Marvin.