I like my new job, and I’m pretty sure it likes me back. There’s a steep learning curve, I’ll give you that…but I like learning. Learning is good. There’s a rhythm and pattern to learning that I understand and like. I take lots of notes…just like college.
Of course…so far I have almost no real responsibility…which makes things nice. Very, very nice.
I’m still working out the details of my before and after work job…and that’s a who’ ‘notha thang.
Before goes a little like this:
Up at 5.
Stagger into the bathroom, and wake up for 15 minutes.
Take off my pajama pants and jump on the scale…stare down bleary-eyed…and remember that I promised myself I’d cut back on sodium.
Change into my workout “clothes” (usually Tom’s old paint-spattered sweatpants and some tee shirt I dug out of the dirty clothes the night before).
Click on the coffeemaker…then schlep downstairs to hit the treadmill for 20 minutes.
Back upstairs…grab a cup of coffee and head to the shower.
Hair and makeup take a LOT longer than I remember…and can go a LOT of different ways.
Lotion or not? It makes me look less cracky and old, but it makes me sweat buckets for about 20 minutes. Big decisions for that early in the morning.
Black or gray slacks and usually something black or blackish on top. My co-workers probably think I’m channeling Johnny Cash.
Breakfast…high protein…two eggs, piece of light toast…maybe a ½ a grapefruit, if I’m feeling adventurous. More coffee and one to go.
Make my lunch…whatever’s leftover. Last week it was mostly white beans and cornbread or spicy chicken and rice soup (Tortilla soup w/out the tortillas or cheese…much healthier and WAY less interesting). A couple of pieces of Dove Dark, in case I hit any stress points during the day. A protein bar on Tuesdays and Thursdays…for when I meet Jon-the-Homicidal trainer after work.
Lipstick in my left pocket. The key to the compartment that holds my work laptop and Top Secret Home Mortgage Files Drawer in my right pocket.
Coat…gloves…lunch…briefcase w/my work notes, 2 unopened WFHM Benefits packages, and a Nora Ephron book I Feel Bad About My Neck…and purse. I come into work looking a little like a bag lady who recently lost her job as a Wells Fargo employee (she couldn’t get a decent rate on a re-fi).
I kiss and cheek Tom…blow a kiss to Kitty…and say another Thank You to God for hot showers, a house with an attached garage, heated car seats, a job, and family and friends that I love…
And…I’m off.
I crank up Crazy on You by Heart…run a red light or two…and join the world of FICO scores and 1003’s.
Comments on: "Working Girl" (2)
Look at you!! I am finally not the only working woman in my family!! Now I can have less jelousy
. Not really, I enjoy my work otherwise I would have no money that is the best motivator in the world. Black is fine, no one really cares what you wear anyway. There is usually at least one fashionista in the office but no one really cares about that either because by the odds, she is the minority and the one who looks out of place 
. Most just want to be comfortable. I have evolved into a very quick make up and hair routine, sometimes I can be ready in 10 minutes – that doesn’t count feeding the horses in the mornings 
. Sometimes I forget to do it before I get dressed and I become a daredevil taking off my dress shoes putting on my mud boots and heading out to the pasture, will she make it with no surprises or will she get slopped with a big ole mud smudge on her shirt or pants, mostly it turns out well, if not, I spend the day with mud on me 
As I said before, no one really cares. Put your lotion on at night, that will help. And Cudos Cudos my sister for taking the time to work out BEFORE you go to work that is very impressive! I’m so glad to hear its going well and so glad God has given you this opportunity, I pray it blesses you and that you have a wonderful time doing it. Love always, Rhonda
Love you, too, Sistah!