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To begin this stage of my blogging life, I must Go Back To The Beginning.
My NEW story started when, well... there was a need to find a Real Job. (Skipping very boring details.) My dream job was hiring and I ended up interviewing blah-blah-blah at least four times blah-blah-blah because they are that picky about someone taking over for someone going on maternity leave (yes, I don't have a real job. You can start rejoicing now.) (It's a relief to me, too, believe me.)
When I was offered the position of one of the most respected people I've ever known in the work force... (not the new mommy, but her predecessor) did I:
A) Dance a jig in the conference room?
B) Paste a smile on my face and nod 'til someone got me a drink of water?
C) Burst into tears?
I'm not going to answer that today. You'll have to come back tomorrow to see. Providing I remember to post.
You can vote in the comments.
Talking about a Real Job is boring, even when it's as awesome as mine is. It's boring me, already. I can't imagine what you're tipping onto as you drowse off. (Why are you still reading this if you're falling asleep? That's weird.)
So I'm going to turn it into a story. Tinkerbell works great. I dressed up like Tink once for Halloween when I was too old to go trick-or-treating and I like the look of leggings and boots. I can get away with wearing leggings and boots for work. They're actually in style. I avoid bright green and I don't bring glitter, so no one knows that I'm Tinkerbell in disguise. *nods sagely* Works great.
Wait, what? Tinkerbell doesn't wear any leggings?!
Great scott! I am not going anywhere with that much skin hanging out!! That would scare the other passengers on my commute! I must've been Peter Pan! Whoa.
I know... I can be a pirate!!
This is me going to work:
Speaking of my commute...
I'm reading Edenbrook and I literally laughed outloud in public. *snort* Which, as you can imagine, only cracked me up more. Try not laughing when you're laughing about laughing! Oh my... I was wiping tears and shaking uncontrollably. It was totally embarrassing. But not as bad as the girl in this story. I am enjoying it so much, I can't wait 'til tomorrow's commute! 45 mins of un-interupted reading at 7:15am for me!
How could I not laugh? Fine lady being assisted by a complete gentleman:
"Hardly knowing what I was doing, I began to hit the table with one hand as I sang in a low voice, "Big cows" - thump - "lumps of meat" - thump. His eyes widened. "Give me milk" - thump - "warm and sweet" - thump.
I stopped abruptly, pressing my lips together as I realized what I had just sung. The ridiculousness of it struck me forcibly, and I knew I could not go on without laughing. We stared at each other, locked in a stalemate, his eyes brimming with laughter, his lips trembling. My chin quivered. Against my well, a sound burst from me. It was a very unladylike snort.
He threw his head back and broke into a roar of laughter..." Page 32
I'll share more of my reading since it's rather slow going. I smell the roses, so you can catch up to me quick, if you want to read, too. I'm on page 105.