I truly do come from a great city.
I went to work today: I therefore actually did something productive and I feel a whole lot better about myself than I did yesterday, when I slept past noon and pointlessly loitered around my house for hours. You see, work is really wonderful when it happens in small dosages and not on a regular basis. When you do it for, say, 3 days in a row or more, it sucks. But today I worked for the first time in a week and a half, and it was on a Friday, so it was a great day. I actually do love my job.
I have a window seat now. One of the walls of my new cubicle is a large window. I am so excited--I work across the street from a mall so now I can wistfully gaze out the window that my computer faces and observe the snobby Nordstrom crowds pass in and out of the store and in and out of their luxury cars. Fascinating.
I can't bag on Nordstrom too much, though, because I actually shopped there today. I've never felt that I was even allowed to breathe in that store before. I'm slightly a bit too...how shall I put it...ghetto. But, no, I did walk into Nordstrom today looking no doubt like a terrified lost child, made my way up the escalator to the Juniors' section and walked out with a big bag filled with $120 worth of new coat and school pants.
Nordstrom. Let me justify myself. My Grandad gave me a $100 Nordstrom gift card for Christmas. I was somewhat privileged to receive this gift because all my other siblings and cousins got $50 for Macy's or Best Buy. I didn't realize until far too late that I wasn't supposed to show my gift to anyone else. Woops.
Grandad's reasoning behind this unique gift was that I needed new clothes for college. Granted, $100 for Nordstrom will not substantially advance anybody's wardrobe, but it was quite a nice gift all the same. I am hoping that the $72 coat I bought today will get me through college. It's a long trench coat that extends to about three inches above my knees. It's a bit longer than what I really wanted but I do like it a lot. I'm pretty excited to wear it, now that it's about the nicest piece of clothing I own.
Why am I telling you about my coat? Who really sits around thinking, Hmm, I would really like to indulge myself in some interesting reading, I think reading about Emily's new coat would be really fulfilling.
If you really are saying that to yourself, I'm truly sorry that you can find nothing better. Might I suggest some more profound forms of English writing?
In all honesty, thought, my coat was the highlight of my day. Some days such simple things as winter outerwear can make you feel quite good about life.
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