Anthropology/ie.

These are my latest faves from The Head & the Heart. 

I spontaneously went to their concert on Friday, and it was great.

For some reason, "Let's Be Still" reminds me of a Hilary Duff movie--

that might make it even better? 

I like my job at Anthro. 
It wears me out, and makes my feet hurt, and sometimes I get super stressed, 
but the people are nice, and it smells good, 
and the discount is awesome, and I'm surrounded by beautiful things. 
So it's worth it, in the end. 

Here are some things I've learned at Anthro, so far:

» The world is upside down

More people at Anthro have college degrees or are pursuing degrees
than at the law firm. 
I'll wait while you read that again. 


WHAT.

» Style is (relatively) subjective and ever-changing

I'm more adventurous, style-wise, than I was pre-Anthro.

(Sadly, I also put more care into dressing for Anthro than I do for the law firm.
Everyone at the law firm has glittery fake nails.
Sue me for not caring what they think.)

This is an acceptable work hairstyle at Anthro:

It makes me feel like a sumo wrestler. 

» Shoppers are destructive

The sale section. 

Sigh. 

I spent an hour organizing the sale room on Saturday, 

all the while knowing that my work would be for naught.

Here's some friendly retail advice: HANG YOUR CRAP UP. 
If you are the reason something falls to the floor, 
you get to be the one to pick it back up. 
It is my job to sell beautiful things 
and help you find those beautiful things
and get you a fitting room for those beautiful things.
At the end of the day, I help make the beautiful store look beautiful again. 

It is not my job to pick up after you like some maid.

Also, don't leave your coffee cup tucked behind things. 
It's rude. 

» Never turn your back on a child

One: Children go straight to the egg timers
and set all of them to 10 minute intervals. 

Two: Children take the fragile holiday bells
and run through the store ringing them. 

Three: Children take the markers in the fitting room
and write fake names on all of the doors
so I have no idea which rooms are actually in use. 

To be continued, I'm sure...

Favorite Things Lately

As entitled, my favorite things lately:

« Wedding Weekend in Colorado»

A friend from long, long ago in my childhood

(and more recently, from college)

got married!

We got to take a little weekend trip up to Denver/Golden, CO.

It was Augie's first plane ride and he did really well!

UD weddings are always super fun, and this one was no exception. 

The DFW contingent of the Deals (Cat, Josh, Augie, and I) arrived first

and flying makes one hungry.

On our quest to find sustenance, we discovered a kebab stand!

Like our days in Europe! It was magical!

The man questioned our knowledge of kebabs, but we set him straight. 

This isn't a very good picture, but Augie wore his skinny jeans for the first time. 

When in Denver, do as the hipsters do...

The wedding was held at the cathedral in Denver:

Terrible panorama because I have issues controlling myself when there are buttons to push:

Mini-circus tent:

The groom's brother was recently ordained, so he said the wedding Mass!

He gave the hands-down best wedding homily I've ever heard. 

No pressure for the next one...

Augie met his future wife, the adorable little girl of Cat's classmates from UD. 

Jose was clearly getting in the way of their looooove connection. 

We used to play together as small children, so Mom had to get a few photos:

This is an awkward picture because I didn't know how to pose with

a) someone I haven't seen in years, and

b) a fresh-out-of-the-oven priest. 

Mumsie + Father Henry

Congratulations, Thomas & Michelle!

«Chet Baker Sings»

I'm not at all embarrassed to say that I was reminded of this 

via my newsfeed on Facebook. 

But I will say that I listened to this album

almost obsessively senior year of high school. 

My music theory course made me fairly pretentious about my tune-age.

Go ahead, give it a listen. 

You'll feel automatically smarter. 

« The books from my AP history classes in high school»

I am having serious issues with nostalgia, or something. 

Post-grad life has me feeling stupid, mostly because I don't read

nearly as often as I used to/UD forced me to. 

I hated reading these in high school, 

but now I really appreciate them and might actually order them on Amazon. 

A little Victor Davis Hanson never hurt anyone. 

«Kate Spade Beau Bag»

Like all the good bloggers recently, 

I've fallen in love with the Kate Spade Beau bag. 

The black one is great:

But the one I reeeeeally want is this glorious creature:

Of course, it's a good $500 more expensive. 

Lindsay Bluth taste on an Ann Hog budget. 

«Nancy Pelosi Being Denied Communion»

Sucks to suck, Nance. 

My least favorite thing lately:

WTF, TEXAS?? I THOUGHT I COULD TRUST YOU.

Hot Mess Express

I just applied for a job

and had to fill out a 12-page survey that read like a psychiatric exam. 

How many different ways are there to ask if I adapt well to changes in my work environment?

At least 6, as evidenced by this piece of nonsense. 

This is a retail job, not the Pentagon. 

(And let's be real, it's probably easier to get a job at the Pentagon, these days. 

#obamaprobz #obamasGOTprobz)

Also, I'm pretty sure the bag of pretzels that I just purchased is stale. 

Like, it was stale when I opened it. 

And I've just been eating them anyway. 

Add a little schmear, and we're good to go. 

(My depression manifests as an older, Jewish woman.)

Regardless of the state of my mind/pretzels, 

here's a playlist that helps me through those times I'm riding the non-stop, 
high-speed train to Crazytown:

And here's the playlist you can actually listen to, for good measure:

I was going to do an end-of-summer playlist, 

but this was so much more applicable plus it's a playlist I already had compiled. 

Less work, ya know. 

My life's a mess at the moment.

I'm not at all okay with it, 

but my current mantra is that whole fake-it-til-you-make-it thing. 

It totally sucks being around people who appear to have their lives on track

while I'm still lacing up my running shoes & getting directions to the damn track.

HIMYM

But maybe they're faking it too?

via

P.S. My roommate's dog is super pissed at me because I wouldn't let him bring his feather trophy into the house. He's a mess, as well. 

Workin' for the Weekend (& the Whiskey)

The law firm apparently sees something in me (ha!)

because they gave me a promotion, raise, & office after my first week.

Even with all that cushiness, work is rough. 

My hours kind of suck & I work on Saturdays. 

Not at conducive to my party lifestyle, obvi.

Plus, dealing with the average person is...

hard.

I also have different viewpoints on bankruptcy

than do the people I work with. 

(That's not random: it's a bankruptcy law firm.)

I understand that sometimes bad things happen to good people, 

but that's not really what I'm seeing at work. 

It's pretty widely-known that I'm a good ole elephant, politically, 

so you can draw your own conclusions as to my 

feelings concerning the kind of person I see daily. 

In short: I'm sympathetic to their plight, but also not really. 

Some days, 

I can barely make it to my break

so I don't explode a la Office Space. 

I've been seriously contemplating the ramifications

of stealing creamers from the break room.

(Please understand that reference.)

I take my break time seriously, 

which is why today sucked so entirely

because I spent my lunch hour getting my car fixed.

But usually, 

I try to find somewhere quiet, steal their internets, Facebook a little, 

and listen to some muzak. 

Here's a little of what I've been listening to lately, just to make it through the work day:

Do you have a lunch-hour routine?

On another note, does anyone out there actually enjoy their coworkers?

(Please let me know, so I have some hope for the world.)

LSAT Update + Currently...

Me, halfway through the LSAT:

But now I am done with the LSAT.

(hopefully, forever)

This is how that feels:

And then I took a nap. 

It's a tough life. 

Last weekend, I went home for a wedding and this was the only picture that was taken:

The wonderful Scout being forced to remember the Alamo.

The wedding was lovely & the reception was great, but I completely failed at taking pictures. My bad.

Here's an update:

Listening: Summer calls for fun playlists.
The most important rule is summer playlists cannot involve thought-provoking music.
Also, emo music is only okay if it's Dashboard. Duh.
(Clearly, I take this way too seriously.)
My "sunshine." playlist is small, but ever-growing.



Drinking: Bud Light Lime. It's trashy, sure. 
But as an unemployed 20-something, trashy is my status in life. 
A little LSAT formal logic for you:
Anything that fights heat & humidity is perfect for the summer.
Citrus & lightness fight heat & humidity. 
BLL is citrusy & light. 
Therefore, BLL is perfect for the summer. 
BOOM.

Wanting: LSAT scores aren't released for 3 weeks. Ugh. My Fourth of July will be either super patriotic & happy or angry. 

Needing: It's a little sad that I'm still needing a job. 
And that's all I'm saying about that. 

Feeling: Except I am stressed about finding a job. 
And I was stressed about finding a new apartment + roommates. 
I got the roommates thing figured out and we think we have an apartment lined up,
but the financials are killing me. 
So now I have to stress about finances. 
Why did I decide to become an adult?
I understand that this is the anxiety speaking, but Buster's life seems kinda great.