No more patched up fiascoes, no more smoke and mirrors, no more "Yea hi, gimmie da Parts Dapawtment, pleez", no more coked out clients in flop sweats massacring entire boxes of tissues at 9:30 in the morning, no more dreaded "fashion emergencies", and no more creeps and douches saying creepy, douchey things.
Wrestling with coworkers to hold just some shred of ethics and witnessing their petty disputes will be a thing of the past; fellas, save your breath before venting to me, because I honestly DGAF and won't spend any more energy trying to fix it.
I will not have to wear painful heels anymore, unless I feel like it. No longer feeling like a display item sitting in this Fisher Price-sized iron maiden chair with desk to match. And now, my nails will not be painted unless I want them to be.
This feeling is unlike any other; it is quite surreal walking around this place knowing that by July 30th, the only reason I will travel to the Upper East Side on a Saturday morning is if I am on my way to the Met.
Will I reminisce later on? Will I become nostalgic for disturbia and dysfunction? WIll I long for these supple suede-paneled walls and grey velvet curtains?
Why yes, those dressing rooms do look inviting...
Things I will miss the most:
Wearing my tissue scrubs to work or any other form of pajamarie
Controlling the music
5 o'clock dance parties (but I may just see if this one is transferable)
Blogging and Tumbling the hours away [sly smile]
Wrestling with coworkers to hold just some shred of ethics and witnessing their petty disputes will be a thing of the past; fellas, save your breath before venting to me, because I honestly DGAF and won't spend any more energy trying to fix it.
I will not have to wear painful heels anymore, unless I feel like it. No longer feeling like a display item sitting in this Fisher Price-sized iron maiden chair with desk to match. And now, my nails will not be painted unless I want them to be.
This feeling is unlike any other; it is quite surreal walking around this place knowing that by July 30th, the only reason I will travel to the Upper East Side on a Saturday morning is if I am on my way to the Met.
Will I reminisce later on? Will I become nostalgic for disturbia and dysfunction? WIll I long for these supple suede-paneled walls and grey velvet curtains?
Why yes, those dressing rooms do look inviting...
Things I will miss the most:
Wearing my tissue scrubs to work or any other form of pajamarie
Controlling the music
5 o'clock dance parties (but I may just see if this one is transferable)
Blogging and Tumbling the hours away [sly smile]
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