Alright folks, I’m not going to make any promises to you because that would just set me up for defeat, but…I…I…I think I’m back? At any rate, my schedule has finally calmed down and I can think about something besides business school, puppy poo, and how many times in a row I can eat Thai take-out before I damage my internal organs. A quick update on all of the subjects I tend to cover on this li’l blog, but first, a photo of my son:
AWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW. Don’t you want one?
1. Workouts: yeah. Haven’t worked out since October, 2009. I’m not joking. I got pretty sick there toward the end of the year, which completely derailed the once-monthly 15-minute runs I had been doing prior. The good news (for me) is that I haven’t gained weight, but the bad news is that my abs resemble custard. It’s okay. We’ll get back on the wagon together.
2. Makeup: …er…the only makeup I have time for is covering up the zits that sprinkle my face because I’ve been stressed. But on a whim I just bought a bunch of lipstick (probably because I was inspired by the wife in Spurtacus: Blood and Sand) so maybe I’ll have a little something to say about that.
3. Food: did you read the line above about Thai takeout? I wasn’t kidding. I haven’t cooked anything in over a month and a half.
So you can see why I haven’t really been blogging. Anyway. That’s not what I sat down to write about. I wanted to tell you about the lovely bridesmaid gift my friend and letterpress guru Aubrey gave me after her wedding last summer. See, in business school we’re right in the thick of job interviews. And what I lack in work experience, I like to make up for in pure class.
After an interview, sure, you can write an thank-you email to the people who interviewed you. In fact, that’s what my school encourages us to do. But my mama didn’t raise me to show gratitude electronically. Oh no. A thank you isn’t a thank you if it’s not hand-written and couriered to its recipient on the day after the interview.
Does it get me the job over my peers? No. Do I look like the most well-mannered broad anyone could imagine? Pretty much. I take what I can get.
So imagine how my classiness expands exponentially when the notes are rich, thick letterpressed cardstock. Brilliant. Once I run out of these babies (which will probably happen within a week, since I love them so much that I find excuses to write thank-you notes for ANYTHING including for Dave when he Drain-O-ed our shower) I’m going to order more. I can’t live without them.