Monday, August 8, 2011

"You know the one thing that grown-ups don't call themselves? Grown-ups. They call themselves adults."

(Title courtesy of Lorelai Gilmore. She's brilliant.)

So remember how I didn't ever want to be a grown-up? Remember how I can't even stay dressed in the same outfit all day? Remember how I still watch the Disney Channel and how I listen to Selena Gomez? Remember how last night, when I heard a really weird noise in my house, I grabbed my cell phone and the scissors that were sitting on my night stand and walked around my house with the scissors in front of me like a weapon to be sure that there wasn't a rapist or a ghost hiding in my basement? Yes, I know that the scissors wouldn't have been helpful if there had been a ghost in my basement. I didn't have time to think clearly about the manner which would be best to protect me from a ghost. I'm sure 911 could have helped me with the ghost problem and the rapist wouldn't have stood a chance against my superior scissor skills. Anyway, the point of this little story is that I am clearly not a grown-up in any way, shape or form. But hold on to your hats, my dears, because guess who has two thumbs and just got herself a real grown-up job? That's right. This girl. Starting next Monday, I'll be a bona fide full-time employee of the David Eccles' School of Business at the University of Utah aka the secret government job that I had to have four interviews in order to be hired. I'm going to be working as an administrative assistant in the Career Services Center, which doesn't sound like a big deal, but trust me, it is. Mostly because I'm going to be doing it and anything I do is a big deal. Y'all have been reading my blog long enough to have learned that by now. Anyway, here's to being a grown-up. I have no idea how it'll work out. Stay tuned for updates...

4 comments:

Liz said...

You're gonna rock it, i'm so excited for you!!

Baby Sister said...

Good luck being a grown-up. Let me know how it works for you, and I'll consider trying it. :)

Natalia said...

Sadly, at the age of 28, I still get nervous being home alone at night. I have my neighborhood's guard gate number on my phone's favorites. I even go as far as locking my bedroom door when my husband goes out of town.

Kim said...

Awesome, Mallie! Congrats!

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