A few weeks ago I did something that still makes me cringe.
I had a job interview via video chat. (Above, I’m making my I hope this isn’t too awkward face/admiring the awesome thing I somehow managed to make my hair do.)
The first thing I was asked: Tell me a little about yourself.
The first thing I said — and this is the cringey part — Well, my husband is in medical school.
That was the first thing I said. About myself.
Anything would have been better than that, right? I sometimes call my dog Stinkerton McDoodleface.. I learned how to burp on command when I was 11. I eat a peanut butter and banana sandwich every day for lunch. My dream karaoke song is “Kiss From a Rose”. I have a birthmark on my knee and one directly behind it on the back of my knee, and when I was little I thought it had bled through.
We live in a city that feels smaller than it really is. The city is saturated with people in the medical field, and when anyone I meet hears that I’m married to a medical student, they want to know more. They want to know everything about him and usually nothing about me, except for the occasional Why aren’t you in med school?
I’ve gotten used to it. Apparently so used to it that I’ve decided to give in and just skip the small talk about myself and get right to the “good” stuff.
To be fair to myself, when I led with that tidbit about Y, I was trying to explain why I would be in Minneapolis in the first place. But the fact that I brought it up in that way is so telling, and a great reminder of why I’m excited for a change – a chance to go somewhere where medicine doesn’t suffocate me, where I can make friends who have absolutely nothing to do with medicine whatsoever.
My faux pas couldn’t have been that bad though, considering I got the job! It must have been the awesome thing I somehow managed to make my hair do.
These pictures of Britney Spears in her prime are taped to the mirror in my childhood bedroom. I was a pretty optimistic teenager. Pictures of unrealistic, beautiful celebrities didn’t make me feel bad about my chubby, freckly self. I was sure that one day — with a little hard work and her trainer’s secrets clipped from Seventeen magazine — I would look just as good as Britney Spears.
I was in this bedroom this weekend, and I thought a lot about poor, naive, Teenage D. I laughed to myself that I thought I would ever look as good as Britney.
And then I had an epiphany. At some point, it had happened. There was a time when I looked, dare I say, better than Britney.
And it took a lot of effort on my part.
I think Teenage D was wise beyond her years.
When I found out that we were moving, I decided to treat this news — like I do all things in life — as if it were part of The Price is Right.
Which obviously means that I just won the Minnesota Showcase Showdown! And Y has agreed that we can purchase all of these things! That’s a lie!
poster: Minneapolis neighborhood poster by Ork
shoes: Minnetonka mocassins
lotion: J.R. Watkins apothecary (which I didn’t know was a Minnesota company until I came face to face with a wall full of it at the Mall of America)
dvds: don’t think I don’t have a whole blog post planned entitled “we’re going to make it after all”, with the main focus being a picture of me throwing my hat in the air.
earmuffs: I decided I should buy some kind of ear protection, since people seem to think it’s cold in Minnesota for some reason.
bike: in case you weren’t aware, Minneapolis recently surpassed Portland as the #1 biking city in the United States.
Twins shirt: Yes, I’m almost 28. Yes, I still sometimes wear Pink clothing. I also like to pretend my life is a cheesy old game show, and I think that’s way weirder.
Laura and I weren’t sure we would get any responses when we suggested a book club, let alone 8! I’m definitely going to miss our get togethers, and no one will ever truly replace these girls, but at least now I know more people like to read than I thought.
We’re discussing MWF Seeking BFF next week (with the author Rachel Bertsche joining us via Skype) and I can’t wait to share!
Other posts about book club: The Help, The Great Gatsby & Black Heels to Tractor Wheels, Pride and Prejudice.