Here's an outfit I wore a jolly long time ago. Like, way back. Like, I KNOW I DON'T UPDATE MY BLOG ENOUGH SO GO AWAY. (But stay. You make me feel ~special~). Despite the length between present day and back-in-the-day-when-I-wore-this, I still remember the process clearly. I.e. I stared at the mirror approximately 189 times before I went out. (And, hey, I'm a narcissist (duh. exhibition: this blog.), but even that's pushing it.) My palms were sweating, my heart was beating. "Is this too much?" I asked myself, bottom lip trembling in fear. However, I held my head high. My chest back. My feat stomping it. And to my utter surprise, I had a surprisingly GLORIOUS FEEDBACK. This involved a "Girl, I love your SWAGGG" high five from a wonderful random on the street and an indirect lead towards a new job offer. WHAT WHATTTT. The moral of the story? Risk taking is glorious. The end.
By the way, this smashing sweater of mine (my cousin claims it could be an awesome "ugly sweater party" sweater, but I enjoy it delightfully) now boasts a glorious story. Which goes by the name of a woman once offered to pay me $50, yes $50, for it. (Side note: considering it cost me a few coins from the kids section of dear ole' Value Village, an "um, fo shizzz" chimed in my head. Unfortunately, I was working and I'm fairly confident that "stripping down and selling personal attire" is a breach of contract. Or something. OH POLICIES ARE SO RESTRICTING AND SOCIETY WILL BURST INTO FLAMES ETC ETC.)
Moving on from severely outdated stories and onto more relevant things... Good-byes suck. Today was my last day of work at f21. (This was due to incredible adventures happening in due time that will, surely, be talked - ahem, blogged - about shortly.) HOWEVER, yes. It was a last day. And it was sad. Where in the world did four months go?!?! I remember when I first landed a job??!!? What is this?!?!? I don't bid well with good-byes. I mean, I know we have the good ole "I'll keep up with you on Facebook" or "Post pictures and status updates" or the general crutch of modern-day connectivity... it's not the same. I know we'll "keep in touch," but human interaction is far more beautiful. It's sad because I find we don't realize how precious human beings and experiences and connectivity are until relationships begin to deteriorate or fade with time and life and that's-just-what-happens.
Considering my alleged social-awkwardness, my ability to actually communicate with human beings and, like, make friends (zomg!) has been, um, awesome. I feel so spiffy, being all, "Oh yes, hanging out with the coworkers after work." I have come to absolutely love my coworkers (they're the best!!!!) and I'm sad to be going. Oh, boo. Now let me start bawling my eyes out about next chapters and moving on and lost connections here, all over my computer, at good ole 2:47am. I don't even know how coherent I am at this time - after an 8 hour shift, MIGHT I ADD - and how my fingers are even managing to type words without that ungodly red squiggle underneath it. (I'm amazing, I suppose.)
I guess, the moral of this story, is just that: good-byes suck. I'm thankful for all the beautiful people I've gotten to meet. It has been a wonderful delight. I feel like coating this with more cheese, but I am sincere when I say that I've had an incredible last few months with awesome people. Kisses and hugs and I'll miss yas!
What are times when you've had to say "good-bye"?
(Jacket - Value Village $3.50, Sweater - Value Village $3, Shirt - Value Village $3, Pants - Vintage/ Iceland, Shoes - Salvation Army $7, Bow - Value Village $3)