Stitch Fix box #2 keepers.
Kut From The Kloth raglan, Sanctuary ponte pants, Vanessa Mooney necklace.
I’m trying to not let myself get too discouraged with my inability to get a full-time job. It’s only been 6 months since I graduated, and since then I’ve gotten a part-time job with Stitch Fix and amassed a nice little pile of rejections letters. I think I’m getting closer- in the beginning I didn’t get any rejection letters so at least folks are reading my cover letters now- but I still feel like I’m vastly lacking experience. I’m not sure how to fix that though since no one will give me the opportunity to gain said experience, so until then I guess I’m stuck in teenage/adult limbo. Boo.
Other than that life is pretty good. I haven’t done a very good things list in a while so here’s what I’ve been up to:
-Last month I went to New Orleans and had a blast with my twinsie.
-Finally tried a cuban cigar (which tasted just like a regular cigar so I guess it was wasted on me).
-Met up with some coworkers for a styling session at a coffee shop. My manager helped me tweak my resume for a new position in the company which was really nice since obviously I can use all the help I can get.
-Finally used my employee discount and styled myself a Fix. All this time I’ve been wondering why customers have such extreme reactions to packages (you either get: THIS WAS THE BEST FIX EVER or THIS WAS THE WORST FIX EVER). Well after waiting almost two months for my stupid Fix to pop up in my queue I realized why people go nuts when their package finally arrives. So now I’m signing up for a monthly subscription because that was ridiculous. Lesson learned.
-Bought myself a bunch of awesome beauty products and signed up for the birthday party Anthroplogie throws every month. Basically I’m going all out for my birthday.
-Getting ready for a bunch of trips (might as well take advantage of all this free time). In August I’m flying to Washington to see Michaela, September I’m going to Arizona, and October I’m going back to New Orleans for Halloween.
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