“How are you adjusting to life as a full-fledged working woman?” –> This is the question I’m most frequently asked by those that know me. Not “how’s the new job,” or “what’s your boss like,” but how are you coping with this foreign concept of a 9-5.
Overall, I’d say I’ve adjusted pretty well. And then I have days like yesterday and I realize adapting to my new lifestyle is still a work in progress.
This time last year, I was a full-time athlete. My 9-5 involved wearing no make-up, traveling abroad, and working out twice a day.
Since I started my job as a gallery coordinator, my biggest challenge has been balancing the regimented fitness routine I’m used to with the new demands of a workweek. Despite not being a morning person, I’ve committed to a morning gym schedule — a decision that reminds me why I try not to face the world until I’ve have my two cups of caffeine.
Yesterday, standing in the change room post spin class, wrapped in a towel, I assessed the contents of my locker:
- Linen military jacket: check.
- White, curve-hugging, scoop-neck top: check.
- Printed linen ankle-length skirt: check.
- Custom made cowboy boots and Navajo belt: check and check.
- Outfit resembling costume for an extra in the movie of Custer’s Last Stand: assembled.
But wait… where’s my bra?
I held the skin-tight shirt in my hand and considered my options. Being small chested, I’ve frequently ventured out into the world sans support wear. But the elasticized and someone transparent material I was about to don made the decision for me.
Going bra-less would make me look like another kind of working woman.
It was settled: I’d wait for the Victoria’s Secret between my car-park and the gallery to open and buy a new bra. I’d be late for work, but at least I’d be setting the right example — only the day before I had lectured my assistants about “gallery-appropriate quantities of boob-age.”
I inherited 2 filing cabinets at work. One came filled with loan agreements and checklists from past exhibitions. As of today, the other is stocked with clean undergarments.
A working girl must always be prepared.
3 thoughts on “Woes of the Newly-Minted Working Woman, No. 231”
Interesting Post !, Enjoyed reading it and I completely agree that a working girl must always be prepared.
Ha, I’ve been there!
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