So, the bad news is that I had my car inspected today and it’s going to cost me $900. The good news is I’m still able to pay for it despite the fact that I’m no longer collecting unemployment nor am I employed by a company that provides me with awesome stuff like a 401k and health insurance.
I’m officially working for myself, which still baffles me because I’m not entrepreneurial and I never wanted to do this. But there it is. Let’s hope it works out?
Last week I was introduced to a potential client after an event and, having no business cards yet because I’m still in denial about this whole independent contractor thing, I gave him my info on a hot pink Post-it Note. At this point I decided it was time to stop being an asshole and asked my awesome friend Nick to design my business cards, which he did in like, five minutes, because he’s a genius, and now they are on the way to my house.
ALSO - and this is big - I went to the grocery store Monday and bought a ton of vegetables, came home, washed and chopped them up, and put them into Tupperware containers. AND I cooked chicken and didn’t burn it, cut it up and put it into a container, too. So, now my fridge looks like an adult is eating out of it, which might not sound like a big deal, but the only thing that’s been in that fridge the past 9 months is beer and condiments.
The trip to buy adult food came after I realized it’s been months since I was able to get into my favorite (read: smallest) pair of jeans and decided I am no longer allowed to be in denial about the 20 lbs I’ve gained since my hip surgery two years ago. I’ve been avoiding it and putting it off, like I do, but, seriously, no more. I want to wear those jeans. THEY ARE TJMAXX JEANS. I LOVE THEM.
Anyway. There’s a hundred other character flaws I need to address, but that’s a start. It’s easy for some people to be “grown up,” but I perpetually struggle with it. Some part of me is still 16 and just wants to buy some mushrooms for a Tom Petty concert and part of me realizes that I can’t because I have to go to work in the morning. Also, mushrooms taste like dirty balls.
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