portrait of a lady... around the water cooler.

I, Genevieve, in a sole moment of inspiration and mental conductivity have decided to indulge in the nativity of a new adventure... the workforce. While I have been warned continuously about steaming off into the amorous embrace of the fickle suiter of careerdom, nevertheless, giving the general population's propencity for it, I decided that it was time to rendezous with this tall, dark and salaried stranger. Like any good meetcute, your first day on the job should leave you feeling hopeful, and ready to buy shoes. So too, the industriousness of my day filled me with pride and the appropriate thoughts of footwear... but the eternal conflict rose in my mind, could my recent 'his girl friday' phase truely keep me from my carefree youthful days? Constance is no help with my internal quandry, having returned to her former, former life as a lumber-jack in the philosophical order of the caramel nuget. Perhaps in this, like in a bathtub full of hummus, acceptance is the door to contentment. So having began on this journey, I slash into the next step of possibilities, much like a early explorer slashing their way past an andoluvian jungle, hoping that a mad doctor somewhere in a tree-top laboritory has not resurrected a pre-historic beast and trained it to detect the smell of my new leather pumps.... presently, I go into the murky and possibly delicious, chai latte of the future...