These past few days have been like a marathon. Actually scratch that – I ran a marathon in October 2013 and found it enjoyable (call me crazy). These past few days have been like that time at my college track practice when I didn’t realize that my roommate borrowed my water bottle filled it with vodka and not water. I didn’t realize this until after a giant swig after doing 400 meter repeats.
The past three nights I’ve worked past 7pm. For anyone who knows me understands that this severely encroaches on my 8:30pm bed time… which is not cool. I’m trying to tap into the whole “I’m-an-adult” thing and the “it’s-nice-to-pay-bills” mindset but right now I just want to be like “WEEKEND, COME AND GET ME.” So there’s that.
Today I tossed this outfit together because I’ve worn it before and I liked the way it looks. I’m trying to downplay that fact that this is technically a fall outfit and that L calls these pants my “nurse” pants. I made it to work (and worked late) and so I’m calling today a win.
Top: J. Crew purchased from a second-hand board for $12 (similar, similar)
Bottom: ThredUp (The Limited) purchased one year ago for $20 (similar, similar)
Heels: J. Crew Factory purchased 3 years ago for $50 (exact)
Necklace: Rocksbox on loan retail $80 (similar, similar)
Today at work, we had a professional speaker come in to talk to us about how to achieve our goals. We had to each write down our professional goal, personal goal, and one crazy goal that gives us goosebumps.
Real talk: has anyone ever heard of a wubby? Apparently it’s short for “work-husband.” One of my best friends at work M is apparently my wubby. M and I started being friends because he works in collections (which is actually way cooler than it seems because his team is basically a group of frat brothers) and sits right near us. He went to school in Atlanta so he actually knows a few things about this city, but he’s from the north so he’s just as pretentious with seafood as I am.
Since L is out of town for business, I’ve decided to fall back into my work-a-holic ways. I think it all started back in high school. At the end of my freshman year, I suffered a loss. I threw myself into work because it was mindless and I was good at it. During high school, I worked 15 hour weeks at an ice cream store, while maintaining honor grades, and running varsity track. In college I needed to work to pay bills – at the height of my work craziness, I was working 45 hour weeks while maintaining a 4.0 with a full course load.
This outfit makes me feel like a Power B!tch. About a month ago, I had a lively debate with a group of friends (half men and half women) about whether Power B!tch is a positive thing. It’s funny – all of the guys thought the term was derogatory and all the ladies were like “hell yeah, I’d love to be called a Power B!tch.”