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I've realized that working at the store makes me revert to my high school self. Not completely and totally--but enough. The store is super casual and so rather than the heels and sweater I've grown accustomed to I find myself in over-sized t-shirts, dirty sneakers and donning messy hair. I'm supposed to wear the store's official t-shirt a few times a week that they gave me when I started (read: 6 years ago) but its an XL and I just can't bring myself to do it anymore. But the thrift-store stuff I wear more than makes up for it.
I also spend a lot of my time discussing high school with my co-workers, one of which is still at my former school. Today we talked about how mean my class was to the first-year french teacher and how exciting it was to be accepted to U of I. Of course, with the rest of them I also make small-talk about how classes are going and make sure their boyfriends are treating them well.
On my first day back a guy that I've worked with for about a year now stopped me to tell me he was in a junior college biology class with my former boyfriend. It was a casual conversation, but I found myself wanting to bring it up again throughout the day as if I still had a crush on Chris and, like any high school girl, wanted to chatter on about him. I soon remembered: you've been broken up for FOUR YEARS now and you don't have a crush on him.
I also spend a lot of my time discussing high school with my co-workers, one of which is still at my former school. Today we talked about how mean my class was to the first-year french teacher and how exciting it was to be accepted to U of I. Of course, with the rest of them I also make small-talk about how classes are going and make sure their boyfriends are treating them well.
On my first day back a guy that I've worked with for about a year now stopped me to tell me he was in a junior college biology class with my former boyfriend. It was a casual conversation, but I found myself wanting to bring it up again throughout the day as if I still had a crush on Chris and, like any high school girl, wanted to chatter on about him. I soon remembered: you've been broken up for FOUR YEARS now and you don't have a crush on him.