Saturday, June 1, 2013

I'm three weeks on the new job. Loving it quite a bit. I wonder when the novelty will wear off? I assume soon, but then I am no stranger to work ethic and effort, the two factors that combine to form what we (true) hip hop fans describe as, "the hustle." I really am enjoying the new firm that I am working for. One of the things that I like the best is my ability to wear what I want (within the professional dress code) to work and establish my own professional appearance and identity as one that is, while slightly dandyish, capable and possessed of a reasonable ethos on the products and services that we offer. Basically, I get to dress smartly, and sharply, as the Brits would say, and I am loving every minute of it. The navy suit is making a serious professional and fashionable comeback at the moment, which suits me perfectly, as it is a shade of my favorite color, as well as the type of suit that I find I look best in. This may just be a matter of personal opinion, but I have Instagram photos aplenty for the doubters. I could go on and on about my new found sartorial freedom, but I don't want to bore all six of you reading this to tears. As for other news, Celia and I are still not expecting as of late which has come to be a source of angst and frustration for both of us. We both need to have fertility testing, because she is convinced that it is her, whereas I am convinced that the problem lies within myself. The most frustrating thing about this situation is that for the month of June, I won't be able to do anything about it, as I elected not to carry my former employer's COBRA coverage over across the bridging month. Also, this affects my ability to find out what exactly I did to my plantaris muscle in my lower leg as well as treat any problems that I have had with my feet recently. So, I am reduced to soliciting online opinions from people who, while experts, are unable to look directly at the injury/foot. I'll have to make a visit to my favorite podiatrist when my new insurance kicks in July first. Those are the basics for this past week. Oh, and I turned twenty eight. Entirely uneventful, although the festivities were fun. I still don't feel any more grown up than I did at eighteen. Maybe that's the whole point. We never actually grow up and all the petulant dick measuring in Congress is a result of that. Anyway, have a great weekend. Adieu.

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