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My mom called me this afternoon, and I picked up bc she worries otherwise (or picks a worse time to call me). I feel bad bc as we get older I realize she’s not going to be around forever, but sometimes I just don’t want to talk at all. And in particular today I did not want to talk about work, meal planning, working out, clothes shopping, my dad.
I took PTO today which I didn’t really need to do but whatever. Figured why not round out 2018 with a 4 day a weekend. My boss forgot though, so I was just sitting here eating eggs and drinking coffee in my jammies and got a text from him at 9:15 AM. I know it’s not a problem at all—he does not care—but I can’t help that little jump in my stomach from previous years where I was considered young and in need of being micro-managed or my boss at the time was just a plain jerk.
Here’s to being the master of my own time and creative process in 2019!
Also, here’s a little glimpse of something I’m doing for work:
Work has been really good! I’m working on a lot of artistic projects and jumping right into things—and have a 5 day video and photo shoot next week which will be exhausting but rewarding, I’m sure.
Going back to the same company where I previously worked means that a lot of my team is still there, like the guy I’m referring to in the text above, about who I had completely forgotten. So 2.5 weeks in and I have a nemesis. The twist is that he’s my boss’ best buddy!
The clothes journey continues. I decided to order some needed staples that won’t have a fit issue, so I ordered two new pairs of leggings (my thighs have destroyed most of my workout leggings), a cozy dolman sweatshirt (I’ve been warned the house gets really cold in the winter), 10 pairs of briefs and 10 thongs (all for a ridiculously low price—I love aerie for athleisure and underwear!).
And I’m off to a (gasp!) mall to at least nail down enough outfits for my first week of work. At least Atlanta has great shopping, but sadly I’m too large to boutique shop which is my preferred method.
Wish me luck! Here’s hoping I don’t come home with more candles today instead of clothes.
Necessary clothes shopping reason:
1. Work
Preferred clothes shopping reasons:
1. weddings
2. upgrading my comfy loungewear for fall/winter
3. give me all the shoes and hats and jewelry
4. Shaky Knees Fest
5. Vegas trip to see Lady Gaga
6. 2019 trip to Portugal that is in the beginning planning stage
Clothes for work suck! And I don’t even have to do full business casual once getting settled in. I just have to look snappy casual/put-together as the creative team is traditionally more casual than other teams.
Also, trying to dress oneself while having large boobs and a large butt is a constant troll. Hence why I gave up shopping yesterday and instead bought a $30 Anthropologie signature scent candle.
My friend sent this pic from 4 years ago, and I look so different, I could cry. This was just before I started to get really sick. My body has been through so much. I know my size doesn’t really matter, but somehow it does from time to time. My estrogen and digestive journey has been so exhausting and expensive and frustrating. And heartbreakingly, I still have this dress in my closet in the hopes I can get back to this size, despite getting rid of most of my old clothes.
Turns out Texas doesn’t care at all if you move and don’t inform the county tax office about change in car registration. I called Travis County to see what my next steps were now that my car is registered in Georgia, and the guy said “Thanks for letting us know. Enjoy Atlanta and feel free to hang the license plate up in your garage.”
OK I think all of my moving paperwork is finally done. I’m supposed to alert Texas that I have registered my car in Georgia and won’t be using my TX plates anymore, but today is the 1st of the month and I can’t get through the line to talk to customer service at the county tax office. Just going to try tomorrow. What are they going to do, arrest me?
Legal trouble is one of my main anxieties, so that would be pretty terrible if they did.