My boss is the president of a nonprofit organization and her husband is a long-haired guitar playing professor of business. They have two beautiful daughters and live in a gorgeous yellow house in the Highlands with exposed brick walls and a 2nd story deck that he built. There are musical instruments lying around everywhere and the first time I stepped foot inside her kitchen, he brought out a brand new burgundy electric guitar and started tuning it while she poured me a glass of wine. I’m so envious of their life that it takes my breath away a little bit.

Continuing the fish-out-of-water theme, I showed up to the Henry Clay building on Thursday wearing a tank top and jeans and when I met a board member, although I apologized for looking like a schlub, she actually wrinkled her nose at the site of me. After hauling shit up and downtown all day and running out the battery on my cell, I was beat and the party hadn’t even started yet. I was dressed for errand-running and planned to change into my formal kit later, but it made me feel like shit nonetheless. I’d brought my dress, heels, and sundry in the car and got changed in my boss’s bathroom next to her clawfoot tub. Jesse and I dashed around needlessly and the party went off without a hitch. Matt showed up to help move the artists out and ended up making $15. That plus $30 in Papa Johns gift certificates plus free food and booze made me feel a lot less guilty about asking him to help.

After the party, some of us headed to O’Sheas and thankfully the place was mostly deserted. Jesse suggested we do shots, so we ordered Patron all around. My glass tipped over the lip of the wide cable-latticed table top and splashed onto the floor, but the hosts bought a replacement, as well as another round and a bourbon on the rocks to make up for my spilled tequila. This job has me running around like a crazy person, but I really, really love it. I love being busy and actually feeling useful. I really like my boss and we have a lot of common interests, good bourbon being one of them. The busiest time of the year is actually probably behind us now, so it’ll be interesting to see what my role in the office settles into. No matter what, I’m pleased as punch and reveling in a decision well-made. Grad school’s for losers anyway…