"Any woman who chooses to behave like a full human being should be warned that the armies of the status quo will treat her as something of a dirty joke. That's their natural and first weapon." ~ Gloria Steinem

Sunday, September 9, 2012

The Times, They Are A-Changing'

Incidentally, while I've made a stylistic choice to capitalize every single word in my post titles, even at those times when it's incorrect, sometimes it annoys me. And yet, I carry on.


I'm leaving archaeology. I got a new job in IT/usergroup support and business analysis at a nonprofit, which I start the Monday after tomorrow. I'm getting a fancy pedicure this week to celebrate no longer having to hike 10 miles each day in order to bring in a paycheck. I will no longer add a new writing credit to my resume on a bimonthly basis, but I'm ok with that. I'm excited for this change. And excited to have health insurance again.

More importantly, I'm really excited to move on to something new, a position that is composed of things I've already done a lot of and am good at, things I've already done a little of and am good at, and things I've wanted to do and think I would be good at. I'm at my best in jobs that pay me to know things, and I'm excited to have new things it's my job to know. This new place also has a small staff, which I'm hugely in favor of in my working environment.

In other news, SBT recently bought a new car and a SuperPass. I bought 5-Packs for both Winter Park and Copper. We will be weekend warriors this winter. I hear Fraser is a nice place to stay. SBT is going to teach me how to ski this year.

SBT and I are also moving to [hopefully] a townhouse in the semi-'burbs as soon as we find the right place, at which time we will bring his kitties to live with us and go about making our residence appear inhabited by adults rather than college students [i would really love to have a bathroom with color-coordinated towels.].

I am now a person who wears skinny jeans. And pencil skirts. And ballet flats. I will find my classy 28-year-old adult style if it kills me. Now that my work wardrobe no longer consists primarily of Carharts, wifebeaters, and bandannas, this should happen.

Well, that's about it. I feel as though many things have changed in the last few months, which they have, I suppose, but mostly I'm excited for all the changes coming up. I'm not sure how to adequately express how much I want to be a normal adult person right now, and all of these things are conspiring to make me that. So I'm happy.

Oh, also, we're getting married.