Like The Grownups Do
Sugar-Free Red Bull and Fun-Size Skittles no longer constitute as lunch
Every step I take lately seems to be leading towards my official transition into the world of maturity. Well, minus the lack of a driver’s license and an unbearable fear of the dark.
Take, for example, my new job. No, I’m not blogging about work. Who would do that? Nope. Not me.
However, if I was to blog about work and the like I would let you know that today was my final day at a lovely job I’ve had for the past three years. I’m moving up in the department, slightly, organizing gallery shows and openings.
This means two things:
- I have another semi-professional element to add to my resume.
- I no longer have to don the navy blue uniform I’ve grown so accustomed to over the past few years.
Farewell little IZOD, your presence in my wardrobe will be sorely missed.
Click the photo for a final video tribute.
Unrelated side note: I find it incredibly odd that Blogger.com spell check does not recognize the words blog, blogger or blogging. Even better, spell check is now suggesting that I change blogging to flogging.
