It's Wednesday Night Decompressing for Clare. Similar to Monday Night Sushi, only completely different.
First of all, I was in Omaha, Nebraska today where the high was 19 degrees and the low was 0. Yes, the low was ZERO. When I checked the temperature around 10:00 a.m.today? It was 1. ONE! It doesn't compute. Like, it confuses me. 1 degree? What? I don't understand.
So, related to that, I arrived at my hotel in Omaha on Monday around 6:00 p.m. and did not leave the hotel until today around 3:00. Yes, I was inside, without a hint of fresh air or sunshine, for 45 hours. I think this was wise.
And guess what?! Those closed-toe shoes I got? I got many compliments on them. The wing-tip looking ones. The streak continues. Even a middle-aged sales guy said "At some point in our session today I noticed your shoes. Those are really cool shoes!" Thank God. .
I have noticed an interesting phenomenon lately. I turned 38 in January. I think I've mentioned that a time or two. At this meeting in Omaha, a couple of times in conversation it would come up that I have a daughter. And people would say "Oh you have a daughter! How old is she?!" And I would say, "She'll turn 11 in April."
And I've been getting shocked faces and weird looks for that. So then I say "I'm 38. It's legit." And THEN people are like...
"Whoa...wha...huh...you're THIRTY-EIGHT? MY GOD YOU DON'T LOOK THIRTY-EIGHT!"
First of all, something about 38 triggers some response that 37 didn't. I'm totally serious. I've had these conversations before. And before January 1st of this year when I would say "I'm 37. It's legit," people would just say, without shock and a weird look "Oh. You look great. You don't look 37." It was a very normal conversation. Lately I feel like I've been needing to defend myself. Yes, my daughter is almost 11, but I swear I didn't have her when I was sixteen. It's strange. It's strange enough to where I'm not even totally eating it up as a compliment. The thing is, no, I don't look 38, like I've said before. But I don't look less than 30 either. It's weird.
And yes I am totally drinking the Kool-Aid at my job. I am just back from a sales-type conference and I'm hooked. The meeting had the intended effect on me and I'm not ashamed to admit it. I've never worked for a gigantic corporation like the one I am working for now, and I am totally digging it. I am excited to get to the office tomorrow and work hard. It's a nice feeling. Pour me another glass, please.