I had a run-in at the liquor store the other day and have come to the conclusion that women that work at package stores are downright JUDGE-Y.
Am I in fact judging them for being judge-y?
Probably. Maybe I should go work at a package store.
All I know is that this wouldn't be a trend if it didn't keep happening. Remember this blog post right after I turned 21 and got lambasted for wearing a non-matching purse with lace?
Go ahead and click on the link to refresh yourself.
Scroll down to the part about the TRUE STORY ABOUT HOW I ALMOST FAILED AT LIFE BUT THEN DIDN'T.
So the other night, I went to go pick up some distilled spirits, which is a term is far too phantasmagorical to substitute for the vernacular "booze".
I was checking out and flashed my work badge because I get a sweet, sweet discount when I do.
(maybe I should ask why my employer incentivizes me to purchase alcohol?)
Lady at the counter was like, "Ok, now I need to see your real ID."
And I was like, ok cool. I look younger than I actually am. This is good. This is cool. We're all cool here.
So I dig for my driver's license, hand it over and just her FACE was like
Her: You cut your hair...
Me: I did.
Her:
Why did you cut it so short?
^can't you just feel all the judgement happening right now?^
Me: Um. Because I wanted to...? I felt like it was time...
Her:
Me:, internally,
WHAT THE HECK.
I DID NOT COME IN HERE TO TALK ABOUT MY HAIRCUT.
THANK YOU FOR CARDING ME. THAT WAS VERY NICE OF YOU.
BUT WHO THE HECK ARE YOU TO ASK ME WHY I DID SOMETHING WITH MY HAIR.
I WON'T EVER COME HERE AGAIN.
EXCEPT FOR I WILL BECAUSE I GET A SWEET, SWEET DISCOUNT.
BUT INSTEAD I WILL SHOP ON THURSDAYS AND NOT ON TUESDAYS
WHEN ALL THE COOL GUYS ARE WORKING WHO DON'T CARD ME BUT SMILE AND ASK ME IF MY WEEKEND HAS STARTED EARLY.
so judge-y. You can replace the "He" in "Heck" with "Fu" if you want to. I sure did.
For the record, because that's what this here blog is, my haircut is awesome and I don't even look like a boy.
This Photograph is Proof (I Know You Know); Taking Back Sunday
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| Classic bathroom-selfie style |
So, way to make me feel insecure, girl. Good job.
Speaking of good jobs, I feel like I've become really good at my job.
My boss further confirmed this with me today when he said, "Good job" and not even in the sarcastic way as I demonstrated above.
I finally feel like I'm getting the hang of this new stuff that was thrust upon me since like 80% of our team has made a mass exodus in the last 3 months. I've delved even deeper into the Excel world of witchcraft and wizardry.
Sometimes I do sumifs off of pivot tables and index functions instead of vlookups.
And mostly none of you understood that sentence.
It uses its own language, you see. And once you begin to speak in its language, then you can make it work for you instead of just being like, "ugh. spreadsheets."
I've also become slightly super obsessed with formatting everything to look uniform and provide salience with the ultimate goal of not making people's eyes bleed.
Presentation. It's like the penmanship of the computer age.
In other news, UnCommon Pear has a gig coming up on the 24th. It's at the country club, so you couldn't come even if you wanted to. I can't promise that there will be pictures, but private parties are kind of our jam anyway.
Keeps it all elite-like.
Like can't-touch-this-like.
Like I'll-get-home-at-a-reasonable-hour-like.
Every now and then, I'll write a song to some psalms.
It's like a fun, challenging puzzle: trying to work an ancient song in a translated language to a melody and rhythm in order to convey the same ideas and feelings of the psalmist from thousands of years ago.
Forever inspired by Bifrost's Psalm 126, I really want to share these songs with the world.
Maybe someday there will be the right platform and time for that.
Until then, I take comfort in the fact that Jesus didn't start his ministry until his 30's.
And for those of you thinking, "Allie has too much free time", I have a simple formula for the key to getting more free time.
Are you ready for this?
It's pretty revolutionary.
You + Bible reading - Facebook - TV = more free time
It's amazing what all you can accomplish with the right priorities!
If you already live out this philosophy, then I have no other suggestions for you.
Except that dividend investing is kind of like buying time only it's on the back-end instead of the here and now.
I guess at some point I should do my taxes.
Summer bodies are made in the winter,
TWS
