After getting through the Game of Thrones winter we just had, I didn’t really care that I was broke and with no prospects. As long as I had my bike and enough money for rent, cable, electricity, and dog food, I was good to go. I wanted out of my apartment. I wanted to burn my winter clothes on the beach, in a huge effigy to the evil god of winter.
Yet just as the days got longer and warm enough to hint that it actually may not snow again, I got a job offer. A full-time job offer from a very generous friend who owns a digital design agency. The fact is, I didn’t really have the money to pay the aforementioned bills, so this offer couldn’t have come at a better time, financially speaking. (But summer, my sweet summer!) I took the job. Alas, the dog has to eat. And I have to watch Game of Thrones.
So now, Homegirl is Working Girl. Yes, I just went all Tess McGill on your ass. “I’ve got a head for business and…” (No I don’t.)
It’s been seven years since I last had a full-time job. Seven. My main concern was getting up and out in the morning. Amazingly, I’ve conquered that issue by setting an alarm and actually getting out of bed. Who knew? Then came the commute issue. When you haven’t been working and you suddenly take that morning commute? It’s like a zombie movie. Y’all are miserable in the morning. Seeing all those sad commuter faces on the subway makes me want to cry. So I am going to ride my bike. Every day. (Who am I kidding? “Taxi!”)
The next issue? Clothes. Seven years of working at home has left me with a wardrobe that screams “I like my couch, yoga, and spilling things on my shirt.” I have successfully fooled people into thinking I have nice clothes because I strategically meet up with different people on different days, wearing the same “awesome outfit.” Now, thanks to a quick trip to H&M, I now have three somewhat acceptable, mix-and-match ensembles. But let’s face it, by Thursday, I will be lucky to make it to work at all. If you notice that I wore the same thing yesterday, by all means please assume I have done a walk of shame. It’s better than thinking “that poor thing can’t remember that she wore that yesterday.”
So that brings me to the job. Digital Design. I think I can, I think I can. I don’t even know what it means, but I think I can. Wish me luck. Holy crap. (cue music: Let the River Run)
