Negative Nancy alert.

News flash: I'm in a terrible mood. Worse than usually, mind you. I think the best thing for you is to steer clear of me today, and this has nothing to do with being a woman. And this is not going to be entertaining at all. . . in fact you might want to just skip reading this. (or skip to the bottom)

I think my job is turning me bitter. I mean, I was miserable working in a law firm, don't get me wrong, but it was a different kind of miserable. At least there I knew I was actually doing something that effected the greater good (or bad- depends on how you look at it) but it meant something, it effected people's lives. The things I did mattered there. Even if I worked for every one of the most difficult to work for attorneys in the city of New Orleans (which I did), it was a challenge. I like challenges. I like having the people I work for respect me and the people I work with respect me for being able to do it.

Does this mean I want to be a glorified secretary again? Fuck no. To be honest, I was a terrible secretary and I really dislike working for attorneys. So, what am I saying? I don't know. I think I'm still experiencing after-shock of the quarterlife crisis and I need to re-evaluate my situation again. I was tired of caring. I thought moving into such a brainless career I would be able to stop trying to care and make a difference. I thought if I suppressed it enough it would go away and I could lead a meaningless life like the majority of society and I would be ok with it.

Apparently I am not.

In a few months if things do not improve, I think I'm going to look into this lobbyist thing some more. Maybe I really will become one for Phillip Morris and I've always wanted to live in D.C., too. Who knows?

I had a really good conversation with an ex this weekend that sort of enlightened me. He mentioned that he truly believed that I was going to succeed with everything I wanted to do and he thought I was intelligent but when I got around my sorority sisters I turned into a completely different person. It was nice to hear this, along with a few other ego-boosting comments that even after 7-ish years of knowing and loving each other we still find out new things about each other. Whoever said you cannot be friends with an ex I feel sorry for. I'm still friends with the majority of mine and I love it.


Ok- We must end on a positive note.

I just found out over the weekend I will be volunteering for the Tribeca Film Festival (how amazing! I feel it in my bones its going to be a great experience. . maybe the one I've been needing?)

AND

my BFF is coming to visit soon (he won 2 Jet Blue tickets at a raffle. . how amazing!) and I can't wait to cuddle and drive him insane with all my annoying chatter and poking!

AND

I just got some amazing black ankle boots- totally a need for spring.

YaY!