regularly updating this is my new grownup goal in life.
this is a thing that is very important to me that i’ve been thinking about for a lot of my free time recently: you know how people leave coupons they’re not going to use in stores? frankly, i don’t know if this is a thing that “people” do or just a thing that i was taught/grew up doing, but anyway. while at target last week looking for some deodorant that would at least make a valiant effort to curb my summer sweating problem, i picked up a coupon for a fancy razor that someone left. because my personality does not allow me to a) not spend money when i can, and b) not spend money on a good deal, i promptly bought a new fancy razor for $1.00 instead of $6.00, the kind with 100 womanly blades and weird lotion strips and glitter handle. i was pumped about this value even though i always forget that when i buy GOOD DEALS i don’t need i am spending more money that i would have had i not succumbed to the lure of cheap. yeah, i know, welcome to adulthood in america, i guess.
basically, i haven’t shaved my legs in almost a year and really forget that it is a thing that people do. however, when i was buying the razor, i was buying it to satisfy some kind of curiosity more than anything else, just because i forgot what it was like to shave my legs and thought that maybe it was a thing i would like to try again? i also realized, kind of painfully, that i’d had a new job for a month, hadn’t once worn anything but a skirt or dress, and weighed the possibility that it was not that professional to be the hairy-legged new girl. i then considered how i’d slowly started exposing my tattoos while on the job and decided that if i had enough courage to show off my totally inked bod while getting paid, i could probably display my equally offensive body hair.
all of this leads up to a key decision: i’m going to shave my legs today before work because i am curious as to what it would be like.
when my newly-shorn self gets to work this evening, i hope the internet is working. last night it crapped out all over campus pretty much as soon as i walked in the door, which was a minor blow to my now intensely embarrassing obsession with google reader but mostly to all the patrons in the library. working evening summer hours at an academic library, i’ve encountered a fair number of students, but also just a lot of community members coming in to use the internet. it was such a bummer to have them come to the desk all forlorn and by the end of the night i was incredibly frustrated at how powerless i was to help them. i am glad i was not the one leaving voicemails for the helpdesk, as i am sure that the barely-controlled rage in my voice would’ve not endeared me to them. a bright spot, though: there were several people who either walked into or called the library because they were having problems connecting from their dorms, etc, and the fact that the library is so central to campus operation that we’re one of the first places students contact with a problem made me feel so good about my job.
that combined with how perfect the weather was when i left work (meaning not incredibly hot, meaning not raining) and how i got to drive the whole way home with the windows down and smelling the river when i hit the county line, i felt pretty okay about life by nighttime.
