I like Giants. Especially Girl Giants.

Emily is GiantShe said ‘I like giants
Especially girl giants
Cause all girls feel too big sometimes
Regardless of their size’

When I go for a drive I like to pull off to the side
Of the road and run and jump into the ocean in my clothes
*I’m smaller than a poppyseed inside a great big bowl
And the ocean is a giant that can swallow me whole

So I swim for all salvation and I swim to save my soul
But my soul is just a whisper trapped inside a tornado
So I flip to my back and I float and I sing
I am grounded, I am humbled, I am one with everything
I am grounded, I am humbled, I am one with everything

Say I am just a speck of dust inside a giant’s eye
I am just a speck of dust inside a giant’s eye
I am just a speck of dust inside a giant’s eye
And I don’t wanna make her cry
Cause I like giants

Emily’s height reminded me of the Kimya Dawson (of Juno soundtrack fame) song, “I Like Giants.” I googled the lyrics and have found some highly entertaining videos, I do suppose that this music would inspire some interpretive dance.

Gal Pals.

Bonnie, my NY friend/coworker left this morning. In the past week Michelle, Bonnie and I have spent almost every day together. I admire both these gals immensely and are one the most positive things I will be taking away from my job. Michelle listened to all of my crazy tirades, she made me laugh, she ordered me lunch and gave me life advice. My cubicle experience would have been entirely different if Michelle had not been there. Michelle brought me a fabulous butterfly balloons and a chocolate cake today, for this, I’ll keep her around.

Bonnie and Michelle

Michelle on right, Bonnie on left.

I am a lucky girl. Work is officially done. I get to go to Vegas tomorrow. Not bad at all.

One Week (7 days).

One week from tomorrow will be my last day in an uncomfortable chair, staring mindlessly at a computer for hours. Making a decision to change things has taken me more time than I care to admit or even know (maybe a year or more).

Like most college students in America, I left believing I had worked hard for something. That I had worked hard in high school to get in to a good college to work hard to get a good job. I did my interviews on campus, because that is what you do. I interviewed and fretted and couldn’t believe recruiters weren’t pushing each other over to hire ME. When I got my offer, I jumped up and down, I was moving to Houston and I was employed. I spent the next two weeks buying work clothes.

Then I started my job. When I started working and looked around and saw all the people who worked there, all the people who come every day, and all the people who have been coming everyday for 20 years, I FREAKED OUT. This was it? This is what I worked so hard for? I wasn’t using any of my good ‘ol college learning, I was learning systems and an industry I had never knew existed.

It was difficult to perceive how my work experience was compared to that of others. When I graduated, my friends were still in school. I had no close friends to compare experiences with and I didn’t know if all offices were like mine or completely different. I started working 8-4 (with usually an extra hour or so tacked on). Eventually my friends started getting jobs and then I got bumped and began working 11-7. While working 8-4, I was able to meet people for dinner or drinks and go to the gym regularly. When my schedule changed I couldn’t get basic errands done, my gym attendance dwindled and it was hard to find anyone who wanted to have dinner at 7:30. Work made me miserable. I knew it, but I didn’t. I complained, but didn’t really see that I had a choice. I often talked about making a change, but was too scared to initiate any kind of life movement and I just didn’t know what to do.

This past May, my brother and I drove from Orlando to San Antonio. (The week before the trip was probably the worst work week I’d ever had at the office, so that helped things a long as well). Spending a week with a recent college graduate reminded me of the ideals I had just two years ago. I couldn’t believe how much I had changed in just two years. Mostly, I didn’t like how I had changed. I have developed skills in dealing with angry clients and explaining financial documents. I don’t like angry people and I sure as hell do not like financial documents.

In one week I am leaving my job to pursue something with more meaning. I observed my friend Christine’s classroom, her fiance’ Justin’s classroom, Mrs. Oswalt’s kiddos, and several classes in one of my mother’s favorite schools all in May and June. These people showed me more about themselves that I expected to see and about the job they love. Teachers have a hard job, but they make a difference, they have purpose and meaning to their careers. They laugh. They have the joy of watching a child read and knowing they helped get him there. I have a long way to go, but I’m doing something. Change has been initiated and I can say I haven’t felt this happy in two years.

So let the countdown begin. 7 days.

Version 2006

JMO used to have an insane amount of hair. It was probably longer than my own. Before the hair, he shaved his head, his clippers broke and then he took a break from hair cuts. During this hair cut hiatus, JMO got himself a girl (which would be me). We had been friends for a long time, but he talked me into more by letting me braid his hair. Over Christmas break, he cut it, and was hardly recognizable. Now I look back at JMO long locks and smile and recall that his hair had a personality all its own.

Disclaimer: I like JMO’s short hair. This is not a request for a hair extensions.