now that i've started my first real job, my inspiration has bottomed out. i get up in the morning, blow out my hair, tuck my shirt in, put on eyeliner and heels, and go to my very own office. i run back and forth between the court, the jail, and the county attorney's office, looking serious and important and clutching my new bible: arizona juvenile law and practice. i have become mainstream. even though i feel like i'm from omicron persei 8, living 2400 miles away from all places i've ever called home (and have said goodbye to good ol' southern hospitality) and still the youngest person in the room (miraculously, since i continue to get older) and with no criminal law experience.... who ever thought it would come to this? i iron my clothes. i take a vitamin every day. i read the news while i eat my cheerios. what is there to say?
3 comments:
Wow - you sound like more of a "grown up" than me! Although, in all seriousness, I don't think either of us should be called such a thing.
I've lost your email address and would love to write you! Feel free to send it to me at my new address :) Glad to hear things are well and you're kicking ass.
welcome to what appears to be the world. it can be stifling and dreary, but only if you allow it, and i know you won't. miss you
first...congrats! now...sad, but true...it is a passage of time...just remember, you have to grow UP, but you don't have to grow OLD!
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