Poor Little Rich Girl

I've left you alone for a little while, 

mainly because the last time I was this exhausted, 

I was getting home from a semester abroad, 

during which I ran on lots of alcohol, nutella, and very little sleep.  

This isn't nearly as fun.

Two jobs is no joke, y'all. 

I continue to work Saturdays at the law firm, 

but I was also on Saturday's schedule at Anthro. 

Not wanting to rock the boat or get my employee discount taken away (aka FIRED), 

I acquiesced. 

I ended up working from 8:30 AM to midnight. 

It's also one of the busiest Anthropologies in the area, 

so by closing, I was less "how-can-I-help-you" and more:

But I'm making that money, honey
and that's what's important, at this point in my life. 

Except

my employee discount is SO wonderful

that I feel obligated to use it. 

Guess what?

Discount does not mean free. 

Money is still leaving my pocketbook.

 

I might have to get a third job to support the shopping habit

brought on by my second job. 

But:

[Sidenote:

Last night, I had a dream that I won the lottery

and gave $50 million to UD

BUT I specifically stated that it had to be used for professors' salaries. 

For some reason, UD had an issue with that, 

so I ended up writing a personal check to every single professor. 

So at least I'm charitable in my dreams?]

Halloween has gotten weird, now that I'm an adult. 

In college, dressing up was fun & awesome & I wanted to do it every weekend.

Last year, I had a classroom of kids

and school events, so it was still acceptable.

Now, I just feel kind of awkward.

Clearly (I hope I've made it clear), 

I'm not one to dress up in a slutty costume. 

And I don't really have a ton of time to devote to a clever/funny costume. 

I think I've decided on either Princess Batman or Eloise. 

We'll see how it goes. 

Here's something I made you:

Happy christening to Prince George! Slay them dragons!

Also, happy birthday to Edith Head. She led the life of my dreams.