The Worst Part About My Real Job

I realize I have yet to update you on M's big 3-0, but I decided that since this was fresh on my mind, I needed to share it.

This weekend marks the month anniversary of being at my "first real job." I say that because pretty much all my positions before have been school, and while I had responsibilities, I feel even as though I have even more responsibility now; in fact, 60 students worth. For the most part, I am thoroughly enjoying this new chapter in my life. I've been able to have dinner with M, take Charlie on walks, and if I could get my butt in gear, go on evening runs. However, I have to say that there are certain drawbacks that come with the territory. My second least favorite part is that I now have to get up early. I'm such a night person that the 7 am wake up time has taken some getting used to. It's certainly still a work in progress. But, I should also say that it is somewhat nice to get up and still be able to enjoy the morning. I think it's been a little bit easier now that my sleeping patterns have changed for the better since I have stopped eating gluten, but that's a completely different topic that I'll save for another post. But getting up early... it's just not my thing.

I think the worst part of this "real job" is having to dress nice. I used to think oh, it would be so fun to wear power suits and skirts to work and feel all fancy. I think I've had a rude awakening. This morning when I was getting ready, I had to choose my clothes based on the shoes I was going to wear. And it's not because I have this great new pair of shoes I wanted to wear. It was because my feet are so beat up - I think I have 4 blisters - that I can't handle wearing nice flats or  heels today. I don't have tennis shoes on, but it's about as close to that as you can get. Pathetic. So, even though I would have killed to wear cute, non-closed toe shoes to work a few months ago, I'm wishing/dreaming for the comfort of those shoes today.

I think it's one of those chicken and egg situations. What came first, my jeans, t-shirt, and tennis shoes kind of style or the fact that my previous positions required more of a relaxed attitude when it comes to clothes? I don't know if I'll ever know, but I'm pretty sure it's going to take a few more months for my poor feet to get used to being smashed into cute shoes everyday.