Changes

You can usually tell if a girl has been dumped because she suddenly sports a new hairdo. Maybe she chops all of her long locks off. Or maybe she makes the drastic change from blond to black. It’s kind of a go to thing for girls. While I was thinking today of what I would look like as a blond, I decided I like my hair as is. I recently chopped off about 13 inches for Locks of Love, so I don’t think anything would really be as dramatic as that anyway. (Is it still considered doing a good deed if you end up benefiting more because of said deed? I love my new hair way too much to feel like I did something out of the good of my heart.) I decided to try retail therapy. That is also a good ol’ standby for those of us girls in the broken hearts club (yes, I am being a little melodramatic.) It Girl and I went to the mall looking for a sparkly top for my birthday party. I decided that being shiny may make me feel better. I got sidetracked from my sparkly mission by this totally adorable Xanadu-esque dress. It was this 70’s inspired flowy purple dress that looks like something Olivia Newton John would be skating around in. It would look amazing on my tall, thin sister who looks like she could be a fashion model. On me it was more humorous than fashionable. Definitely not what bummed out girls need. Strike one. Then we went to this shoe store where I feel in love with the MOST AMAZING purple strappy bedazzled shoes. They might be the greatest shoes I’ve ever seen in the entire world. Ever. I have a total shoe fetish. The thing is, I can’t wear heels. So, my checkbook was saved. I would have bought them even if they were the most uncomfortable things ever and cut my feet to pieces. They were THAT cute! Strike two. Then we went to a third store. And there it was. A light from heaven was shining down upon it. (Turns out it wasn’t a light from heaven, but rather just a well-placed store light.) It was this beautiful, amazing, fabulous teal coat. Homerun! If I were any better at describing clothing or colors I would go into more details. But unfortunately, I was not blessed with that ability which is bestowed upon most girls. You’ll just have to take my word for the fact that it’s the greatest coat ever created. Well, aside from my red Burberry coat, which is pretty amazing. You’d think I lived in a place that warranted the need of several different coats. It’s probably odd to have even one coat in Los Angeles, but for some strange reason I’m addicted. Though, the way I look at it, if I get a job offer somewhere other than Southern California, I’m ready. Coat wise that is. The retail therapy kind of helped. But, it’s not exactly the change I was looking for. It didn’t fill the lonely hole which the two weeks of casually dating and rarely seeing ATC had created. I figured out exactly what I needed to do! I’m going to change career paths. No, not careers. I think I’ll stick with the law thing for awhile. At least until after the bar. I’m changing paths. I’ve decided to apply for jobs outside of the government sector. Yes. I do hope that I end up eventually Prosecuting. But, since there is a hiring freeze that doesn’t appear to be melting anytime soon, I think it’s time I start looking elsewhere. So, I fixed up my resume and cover letter and tailored them for civil firms. I’ve decided that there aren’t many things that one can control in life. I can’t make a dude fall in love with me. I can't make medical issues suddenly vanish (like my smooshed up thumb fingernail). I can’t make the airplanes that fly directly over my apartment at 7am any quieter. But, I can try to find a job that I can grow to tolerate which will pay me pretty well and make me work 70 hour weeks so that I’m too exhausted to even realize that I’m coming home to an apartment that doesn’t even have a cat or houseplant. I’m just saying: I’d rather get judged by a man on monster.com than one on match.com. One who judges me based on whether or not I’m on law review (note: I’m on 2 journals which are not law review and am proud of these journals!) rather than by whether or not I like to kayak on the weekends or take spontaneous trips to Kilimanjaro just. (Is it weird that during my short time on match.com, I looked at it as if it were a resume or job interview. I graded on punctuation and grammar. If a man used “their” instead of “there” or “your” instead of “you’re” I wouldn’t even give them a second glance. Yeah, maybe I’m anal retentive, and maybe I’m canceling out ¾ of the dating population, but I’m ok with that. I didn’t want that ¾ anyway. I mean, if the guy leaves me a love note that says "Your the love of my life. Their are no words to explain how much you mean to me." what am I to do with that? Pretend like I didn't notice that he completely butchered the English language? Ok. To be honest: if a guy gave me that note, I would be too stoked to even care about the grammar. Well, assuming I liked him and he wasn't some creepy stalker. If he were a creepy stalker, the grammar mistakes would make the entire situation even creepier. But I digress.) What? I am NOT bitter! I’ve just realized that school and work are the only boyfriends I need. And no, that’s not pathetic. It’s mature to focus on school and work. And to have cats. Several cats. That is very mature. I’m gonna be the most mature of all when I have 63 cats. I’m really allergic to cats, so that’s the one downside to my plan of maturity. But, with my new teal coat, my newly done up resume and cover letter and a bottle of Zyrtec, there’s no stopping the new mature me!