Kitsch & Tell

Ladiez and men, I got a job— as a financial administrative assistant. (As my friend Teddy put it the morning I told him, “Who in their right mind would put Lady Bookmobile in charge of their finances?”) So no, it’s not at a museum or at at a paper mill, but it is a big girl job with big girl paychecks and a great way to get professional experience. 

But the best part is that I look like this every day. I get to wear wide leg trousers with boatneck blouses, form-fitting dresses, and pencil skirts. I don’t need an excuse to wear heels every day, I just do it. And it’s magic. I feel powerful, even though I’m running spreadsheets all day. 

I’m generally in a better mood now that I have a real job. I am not as stressed as I was juggling the random 32+ hours at my retail job with school, I have money to travel, and I have a guaranteed weekend with no chance of anyone calling on Saturday morning to ask if I can cover his/her shift. Now all I need is a Faye Miller to call my own.