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Something about working in an office setting makes me want to put my best foot (and face) out there. Between having meetings with staff from other departments who have decides of experience at their jobs and running around the 90 degree weather feeling like a hot mess, I feel personally obligated to make it seem like I’ve got it together over here (newsflash: it’s an illusion). I’ve found that one of the simplest ways to give off that “I know what I’m doing” vibe other than actually knowing what you’re doing, is looking and feeling physically put together. Enter my 5-minute face…
I can’t help but scratch my head when I hear that people spend upwards of $30 on a layering tank top or socks – it just doesn’t make sense. If you’re one of those people, keep doing you, I’m just not at a place in my life where I can justify spending tons of money on items of clothing that are for layering. Here are the stores I shop at to save serious cash on non-exciting clothing items.
This summer I have my first taste of a “big girl job.” To me, that means dipping my toes in what it’s like to work in an office setting from 8 to 5 (usually 4:40). I just past the one month mark at my summer job and, because of our wildly, fast-paced environment, I have learned quite a lot (you know me… always trying to learn something). It hasn’t always been perfect and bad days have happened, but the eternal optimistic in me has me looking at the bigger picture. Here are some of the things I’ve learned about working a full-time, office job.
Why hello there, my little pocket of the Internet. How are ya doin’ on this fine day? I have to say, a lot has happened since I last posted: I finished my junior year of college, started my summer job dabbling in event planning, celebrated a 2-year anniversary with my boyfriend and witnessed bits and pieces of the world and this country mourn. Honestly, the last “thing” has been what has made writing in my Internet space so difficult. Why would anyone care about my favorite makeup items or what I’ve been packing for lunch at work while innocent people are being killed or hurt? Why should anyone care?