Growing upside down
I have reached the conclusion that I am getting progressively less mature. When I and all of the people around me were kids, I was the responsible one, and got really frustrated with immature behavior. Now that I'm one of the youngest people in a law office, I almost feel morally obligated to eat lots of sugar, make snarky comments, pick on people as a sign of affection, suggest absurd behavior and occasionally go out and get drunk when I have the opportunity. Then there are the tattoos, and the "walking around the office barefoot" thing I did today...although that last one was due to the blisters I got from new sandals that were doing bad things while encased in my work shoes. And let's not forget being undiplomatic, like when the other administrative assistant celebrated her 22nd anniversary with her partner.
Clara: That's a long time!
Me: Yeah, I was two when you guys got together.
And when faced with a long, solid cardboard tube that Andy's new carpet came wrapped around, I suggested that the two most serious bikers in the office get another one and have a bicycle joust. And when Clara observed that she had never seen men take as much trouble decorating as Geoff and Andy with their new offices (which I don't think is true, but oh well), I said "Well, it's not like they can change their hair every two months, they have to do SOMETHING." Geoff and Andy, as you might have guessed, are both bald. I mean, I think it's half-bald, half-shaved-head. Clara and John (one of the firm partners...who has lots of hair) were both shocked, but as John realized a moment later, Geoff and Andy would probably both have laughed if they heard me.
I think I might be the firm wild child, although my 60 year-old supervisor could give me some stiff competition for that title.
Right now I'm trying not to panic because I have a bunion. I finally bothered to look up exactly what that meant online and it seems more serious than I thought. Although every article mentioned pain, and it DOESN'T hurt. It had just better not get in the way of my running. I've been doing a steady 2.6 mile uphill-and-downhill route every couple of days and have really enjoyed pushing myself lately--I'm pretty sure I'm over 3 now, and what counts for me is that I'm seriously enjoying it. The articles I read said to avoid tight shoes, to which my response is "Well, they WEREN'T tight, they might BECOME tight because my foot's getting wider, thank you!"
The world needed to know about my bunion. Yes. Actually, if you have any insight or advice on that problem, please let me know.
With my luck, if I ever go on a date again, he'll turn out to be a foot fetishist and dump me the minute he sees what I do to mine.
Fabulous weekend: drunkenness with Orin and Melissa, followed by an excellent Julia visit (www.flickr.com/cbeana for photographic documentation of the latter). I got Julia and Kristin to go see "Iron Man"--second time for me, and just as much pure fun.
I do love working in a firm where we all go out to lunch together every two weeks. Tomorrow is firm lunch day, which means tomorrow I am two weeks away from turning 24. Then, two weeks from Friday, birthday trip to NYC! Between the 9-5:30, at least two big legal filings coming up to make those days go quickly, Discover Jazz Festival starting at the end of this week and planning birthday surprises for Ingrid (whose birthday is a week before mine) and the joint birthday dinner at the greatest Chinese restaurant ever...it should go fast. Rock on.
Clara: That's a long time!
Me: Yeah, I was two when you guys got together.
And when faced with a long, solid cardboard tube that Andy's new carpet came wrapped around, I suggested that the two most serious bikers in the office get another one and have a bicycle joust. And when Clara observed that she had never seen men take as much trouble decorating as Geoff and Andy with their new offices (which I don't think is true, but oh well), I said "Well, it's not like they can change their hair every two months, they have to do SOMETHING." Geoff and Andy, as you might have guessed, are both bald. I mean, I think it's half-bald, half-shaved-head. Clara and John (one of the firm partners...who has lots of hair) were both shocked, but as John realized a moment later, Geoff and Andy would probably both have laughed if they heard me.
I think I might be the firm wild child, although my 60 year-old supervisor could give me some stiff competition for that title.
Right now I'm trying not to panic because I have a bunion. I finally bothered to look up exactly what that meant online and it seems more serious than I thought. Although every article mentioned pain, and it DOESN'T hurt. It had just better not get in the way of my running. I've been doing a steady 2.6 mile uphill-and-downhill route every couple of days and have really enjoyed pushing myself lately--I'm pretty sure I'm over 3 now, and what counts for me is that I'm seriously enjoying it. The articles I read said to avoid tight shoes, to which my response is "Well, they WEREN'T tight, they might BECOME tight because my foot's getting wider, thank you!"
The world needed to know about my bunion. Yes. Actually, if you have any insight or advice on that problem, please let me know.
With my luck, if I ever go on a date again, he'll turn out to be a foot fetishist and dump me the minute he sees what I do to mine.
Fabulous weekend: drunkenness with Orin and Melissa, followed by an excellent Julia visit (www.flickr.com/cbeana for photographic documentation of the latter). I got Julia and Kristin to go see "Iron Man"--second time for me, and just as much pure fun.
I do love working in a firm where we all go out to lunch together every two weeks. Tomorrow is firm lunch day, which means tomorrow I am two weeks away from turning 24. Then, two weeks from Friday, birthday trip to NYC! Between the 9-5:30, at least two big legal filings coming up to make those days go quickly, Discover Jazz Festival starting at the end of this week and planning birthday surprises for Ingrid (whose birthday is a week before mine) and the joint birthday dinner at the greatest Chinese restaurant ever...it should go fast. Rock on.