Posts Tagged ‘new job’

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Yoga Pants Are Professional, Right?

April 9, 2012

I wish I had a job where I could wear yoga pants all day. Mind you, I’m not interested in being a yoga instructor. I just want to wear yoga pants every day.

The Gos feels me.

Especially as I’ve been losing weight and trying to piece together outfits without having to spend a lot of money, the urge to wear all things comfy and yoga has been strong. I promised myself that the big shopping spree will happen when I hit my goal and/or I hit one year since I decided to make a major lifestyle change.

Between grad school and part-time jobs or jobs where I could work from home, I haven’t had to wear professional clothes five days a week in almost three years. And even then, I could often get away with a more casual look. And not only were those pre-Casual-Monday-through-Friday days long ago enough that my old clothes are pretty beat up or shabby looking, but they were from 30 pounds ago. Nothing makes you feel amazeballs like frumpy, shabby clothes.

With the phone call that I’ve been offered a new job that requires a sharper look, I finally gave myself permission (sorry, first forthcoming pay check, looks like you’ve been spent!) to buy new clothes. So, not quite at my goal yet, but…I can’t go to work naked. It’s not that kind of office.

My previous experiences with suits weren’t very good. Imagine trying to shove yourself into clothes that were too big in some areas and too tight in others…yeah, it wasn’t pretty.

It's cute to wear ill-fitting clothes when you're 8, not so much when you're 30. And with boobs. And hips.

Because I’m an idiot a bad blogger, I didn’t get a picture of me in my new wardrobe (will do, will do!), but I have to say, unexpected bonus of weight loss #46859281: I felt confident and like my clothes fit the way they should. I actually found myself lamenting that I wouldn’t need to wear a suit/jacket every day…although that may be more because that’s pretty mindless when it comes to choosing an outfit. I like not having to think too much. Especially if that thinking comes pre-coffee.

Anyway, I felt really great, and I credit the weight loss. And the ability to buy suits in separate pieces. I think I’m pretty proportionate, but my jackets and skirts/pants are definitely not the same size…enough so that I wear a petite jacket! Petite! Me! I am not a petite person, but it works. I had these hazy visions of totally remaking my style (whatever that means), but necessity and a time crunch has me just picking up basic, classic pieces for now. I guess the remake is that I’m not constantly furrowing my brow or looking incredibly socially awkward because I feel like a chump.

I also decided to get rid of what was turning into hippie-in-the-wild hair (I miss it…a little), and get a more professional cut. Bonus for a cut that looks good straight, too…although let’s be quite honest: I am too lazy to straighten my hair.

And I almost lost my shit on a dude at one of those kiosks in the mall where they try to sell you hair straighteners. Normally I just blow it off, but when a blind to all that is good in the world guy selling straighteners told me that I “could look so pretty if [I] let [him] straighten [my] hair,” well…it was almost too much. Could look so pretty? Sucka, please. I do look so pretty. I love having curly hair.

But I digress. Onto a more professional look. And not rotating between one pair of ill-fitting cotton slacks and one pair of jeans with a jean I keep trying to re-attach. Yikes. New job…new me…but no yoga pants at work. Sad. panda.

I kind of miss the unkempt look. Kind of.

Oh. Oh, no. I'm lying to you. Kempt is a better look.

This will not happen again. And by that I mean, the hair. The beers will happen again.

Long story short: I’m happy I lost weight and feel better in my own skin…and the clothes that must cover said skin. I’m not happy that those clothes have to have shoes, though. Barefoot would be amazing.

I’m also really lazy: Exhibit A – I’d like to wear yoga pants all day; Exhibit B – if I can’t wear yoga pants all day, I’d rather wear a suit all day so I don’t have to think about what other clothes serve as the female equivalent to shirt and tie; Exhibit C – fancy pants straight hair is way too fancy to actually take the time to do. Even though it’s probably not.

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Taking Stock: The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly

April 2, 2012

My brain’s been on overdrive lately, and it occurred to me that I could probably classify a lot of these random thoughts as the Good, the Bad, and the Ugly (warning: some brooding ahead! Perhaps not in number, but the Good indeed outweighs the Bad/Ugly). (And how can you not dig that theme song? They don’t write ’em like they used to.)

THE GOOD

It’s damn nice in DC these days. Friday was a little dreary, but I took a friend to Ellicott City for some antiquing and cool-little-old-railroad-town-adventuring. Sunday was lovely and my first trip to the National Arboretum lovelier. Seriously – what a gem! I’m embarrassed that I’ve lived in the area for almost six years and only now made it out there.

Some of the azaleas are in bloom out at the arboretum. Judging by the number and size of the plants out there, when the entire azalea garden is in bloom, it's like a 5-year old's tea party exploded in the woods.

It’s good, damn good, to adventure locally.

I get to adventure not-so-locally soon, too! In two weeks I’ll be in Columbus, MS. It’s not near anything and apparently the town could stand some more attractions, but I have friends in the Air Force who are stationed there, and I’m excited to have a random week off to visit them. Looking forward to a week of relaxing, hanging out with my friends’ awesome baby, and heading up to Memphis. I’d like to, nay, neeto go to Graceland.

Why the random week off?

I start a new job in three weeks. This is a good move, but there’s a little bad involved, too. I’m trying to embrace the uncertainty inherent in transition and roll with the punches. It’s an incredible opportunity, but there are some challenges…

THE BAD

I’m going to be exhausted for the foreseeable future. This new opportunity is awesome, but pretty intense. Having recently finished grad school where I worked some crazy hours while trying to do school, too, I’m OK with intense. I’d feel more comfortable if the following weren’t also true:

My physical health is crap right now. The hip/knee/ass pain/crap/bah is bad right now. I know I shouldn’t run, so I haven’t been, and it’s starting to make me a little twitchy. Not because I think I’m some amazing, super runner girl or something, but because I’m a little stressed finishing up my current job and getting ready to start a new one. Running relives my stress. Much better than my historic alternative:

Hello, gorgeous. My mouth waters just thinking about you.

When the going gets tough, I get going in the direction of dark chocolate-covered almonds and cupcakes. Until recently, when I went in the direction of my running shoes and a nice trail.

I went for a walk with a friend today at lunch, and I was lamenting my current limited activity and pending maelstrom of life changes (oh, did I mention? In addition to changing jobs, I’ll need to move, too! Just a local move, but one more layer of things to think about). I told her that I was upset that I’d come so far (lost 30 pounds, gained ability to run double-digit miles), and I didn’t want to regress. Her response? “You’re not the same person now that you were 30 pounds ago.”

Trying to keep that in mind…not interested in growing backwards with time (excellent song; not an excellent direction for my waistline). In the past, I haven’t always managed transitions well, slipping back into old (bad) habits. It bothers me that I feel like crap. I’m a little anxious about diving into this new adventure when I don’t feel so great physically. Trying not to let the physical blah turn into a mental blah.

THE UGLY

I’m struggling to alleviate the pain. This is my only ugly, but it’s a big one. I’ve never had pain that I couldn’t alleviate. I can lay down or apply ice and feel better for a bit, but since going off of the prednisone, I think the pain is worse. I called my doctor today, and she’s out of town. So while I wait for her to come back, I’m to have my hip x-rayed. And…wait, I guess. I’ll try more foam rolling, stretching, etc., but nothing seems to make the discomfort go away. Sometimes it’s not quite pain, and I’m grateful for those times. Other times I wake up at night because it just freaking hurts.

To throw a small wrench into the problem (small because I’m grateful I have insurance at all), right now I have health insurance that I buy…and I haven’t made my deductible yet. So treatment is potentially quite costly. I’ll have new health insurance with the new job, but I’m not sure yet when that will start…and I hope that if I start in on a treatment that seems to be working, I won’t have to interrupt it because my insurance changes.

I’m a problem solver, a fixer, and not knowing what to do to ease what’s going on has me stumped.

[That crush on Eddie Vedder from 1994? Yeah, I still got it.]

I don’t know what I did, but I wish I could undo it. Ctrl-Z, Ctrl-Z!!

Except for the "good" things. Keep those!

Sorry for a somewhat Debbie Downer post. In general, I’m optimistic, and I keep reminding myself that I can choose my reaction, it will all work out in the end, blah blah blah [insert trite motivationalspeak].

Bitching won’t help. Really, I just want a gin and tonic, a damn chocolate chip cookie, an uninflamed leg/hip/body part, and the knowledge that if I go pick up a new pair of running shoes, they won’t just as soon end up back on the shelf. I’ll settle for just trying to keep my head up and enjoying these damn fine days, one day at a time.

Would happily accept gifts of gin and cookies, though.