Someone told me the other day that I should start a blog. I've flirted with the idea myself a few times the past few years. I told myself "why not, it's like keeping a journal only way less private." So I've started my digital chronicles...
-Autobiography-
I'm in my early 20's, I'm a receptionist, I'm ambitious (in my head), but afraid of failure. I'm in love with a bartender. I have a few girlfriends that I love more than life itself. I've been married. I've been divorced. Everything else is yet to happen. I'm selfish but I mean well, really. I'm a space-cadet. I love clothes, I love shoes, I love reading, I love red bull, I love great bargains. I love, I love, I love.
Obviously I don't do the whole "structure" thing, I just do. I'm a list keeper, but I keep them on mini post-it's and am constantly loosing them. I'm the type of girl that keeps a tooth-brush in her car because I forget to brush them about once a week.
I have 2 dogs, one is a regular Maltese (Biscuit) and the other is wal-mart special Maltese (Harry). They are bff's and adorable, not to mention perfect. Except maybe the one time Harry peed on my Ugg boots.
I love my job, but... there is always a but. I am a receptionist. I had someone in the office last week tell me that I was in a dead end job, they just told me point blank like that. Thanks for pointing out that I make your job seem seamless, and that you don't notice all the work that I do; I made an icy response "I know that being a receptionist, is just being a receptionist". In my head I was like "DOI". Pam Beesly from the office says it best, "I don't think it's many little girls' dream to be a receptionist."
One of these days I'll figure out what I want to do when I grow up.
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