Pecked by Ducks

I know I have been a spotty blogger lately and I am lucky you even bother to come see what I have to say these days. But as usual I have a great excuse.

Lots and lots of new clothes.

Just kidding.

Okay, maybe not really but sort of…

I have gotten lots of new clothes lately, but it was for a good cause. My new, sparkly, out of the house, 40hr/week paid job as an Associate Quality Assurance Engineer for Fidelity Investments.

So on the clothes front, I am really out of practice. I have been wearing jeans, t-shirts and slip-on shoes for over 6 years. So while I got some great new wardrobe pieces, that early morning - crap I should have gotten out of bed 15 minutes ago- gotta throw something on right now moment is not working for me.

I haven’t figured out how all of my outfits go together yet. And I neglected to get some basic outfit completers. Like a black, non cotton top. Or a black blazer. Or a white lace trimmed tank. And I don’t figure it out until I need to be dressed 5 minutes ago and I realize I can’t wear those awesome new shoes and skirt, because I don’t have a top that works. Hello, what was I thinking?

Today, I discovered that I don’t have any brown tights, and re-discovered, when I switched my wardrobe choice to a black based theme for the day, why I hate stockings/tights. Why did they stop making “low rise” tights? Old Navy used to have them. You know the kind that actually came up to your waist, instead of the kind you can tuck into your bra? I mean, no one wants to tuck their tights into their bra until you realize…”hey… now they don’t roll down creating that oh so attractive bum roll look (Reniassance underpinnings for those of you not so horrifically geeked out as I am in knowing proper names for seriously vintage underwear) that I usually get.

Bear with me… I am typing and accidentally hit publish before I was finished. Typical? Duh, yah. More on it’s way…

Okay I’m back…

And on the job front, I am being thrown into the deep end. I mean that’s a good thing because I’ll catch up fast, but Fidelity has a bazillion acronyms for everything. I am still struggling to remember the names of my fellow cube gophers in immediate visual proximity, much less all the abbreviated technical terminology. Not that I think I can’t do it or that I don’t like the people I am working with. I can and I do. Plus Judd and I ended up on the same floor, with a bunch of people I already know, so that makes finding someone to sit with at lunch a snap:) It’s just a huge change, from stay at home mom.

Also, I feel a little weird telling people “I got a job”. Like it somehow minimizes the hardest (and, of course, most rewarding) job I have ever done, and done for the last 6 years. I sort of feel guilty that I am so ready to go back to a “real job” in which, to be honest and not to mean this in a demeaning way, I am a peon.

Literally. I am in an entry level position that they might have offered to a recent college grad (oh the deal they do not yet realize they got) with no responsibility for anyone but for my own work. And, once I get the hang of things (oh those F-ing acronyms) it will be mostly rote. Is it weird that this thought has me singing hallelujah choruses in my head?

So other than sore feet and worrying about how Max is taking all of this. I think (okay, so I’m only 2 days in) I am liking being a “working” woman.