yep, just strap on my white keds and call me pam. i am a working girl.
except i can't wear keds, i have to wear businessy clothes. turns out, i don't really have those, since i used to teach and wear things to impress small children- they always loved the bright beads and dinosaur tee & capris. Anyways, excepting my interview suit, i didn't have any professional clothes- went on a short trip- now i have something to work with- the pencil skirt, slacks, dressy shirt. you know. buy! buy! no, sell! sell! sell! (phoebe)
today i had to go to lecom to fill out a mountain of paperwork and meet my co-workers. I smiled and tried to remember everybody's name (sarah, sarah, brown hair, sarah eats a pear-a, no.. sarah has a pet bear-a?....my devices don't always work so well). good times. and i met my little cubicle. hello cubicle.
we are very grateful for my job and also to be insured that i don't turn into crazy dog-lady. there's only one place for crazy dog-lady to go... she turns into crazy bird-lady. sitting in the park, feeding the birds bread crumb, letting them rest on my shoulders. a gentle creature. not me, though. i am a professional, by george.
adam has 1st quiz tomorrow. well, besides his orientation quiz he took- which he ACED by the way. i helped him study by calling out questions. it was humbling. i could not pronunce half of the words and had to sound them out. good thing i'm not in med school. b...b-l...blooo.... bloood... blood? just kidding, i knew that one. adam has been getting up at 5 a.m. every morning faithfully to study. he says he studies best in the early morning. i sleep best in the early morning. we have so much in common