Back in June, while I was on my way to Birmingham for a few days, I got this phone call. A couple of friends who work at L'Occitane at The Summit offered me this thing called a job. Initially, I declined, but as I was entering the most boring stretch of road on the way to the 'Ham, I had some time to think. It's a job offer that I wasn't even seeking. It would be very part time, so I would be able to see how it went with my bi-city lifestyle. It was INCOME. So, I took the job offer as a sign and accepted.
L'Occitane is a wonderful company to work for. They offer competitive wages, they are wonderfully philanthropic, they do their best to respect the environment, they are amazing to their employees, and they strive for excellent customer service. And they sell the only skincare that does not make my skin break out worse. I love L'Occitane. It's like working in a spa.
So, the original plan for the summer was to start the job, kick ass at it, become certified in childbirth education, plan an ah-mazing year of Junior League arrangements, and get a boyfriend.
Well, fast forward three months and two gold stars, and it's two weeks into football season. Um, wasn't it the beginning of June just a couple of weeks ago? I totes forgot to hang the orange and blue bow on my outdoor light last week, when I was in town. Well, at least I kicked ass at my job.
So, in the past three months, I have started a job, succeeded at job, failed miserably at keeping a home and training Gemma, begun wearing makeup and doing my hair and putting effort into an outfit nearly all the time, pined for a boy, had it out with another, discovered a new found love for hair bands, decided to learn bass, endured my first seriously real crush on someone unattainable, had a hippie identity crisis because of said hair band love, and realized that I have yet to start my childbirth education. As my new favorite saying goes, Nikki Sixx would not approve.
Why would Nikki Sixx not approve, you ask? Well, I was pretty much obsessed for a few weeks in August, and I read The Heroin Diaries, The Dirt, and This Is Gonna Hurt. In This Is Gonna Hurt, the wonderful Mr. Sixx encourages his readers to follow their passions and actually do them, instead of coming up with excuses not to. It was at this time I realized the job had to go (at least for now).
In a few weeks, I will be starting my childbirth education certfication, and in a few months, I will be going back to school to do my pre-requisites for osteopathy school. I am going to be a doctor, good grades and excellent MCAT scores permitting. I'm going to commit to Auburn until May, then possibly move back to Birmingham for the rest of the pre-reqs, so I can be closer to family. IF I do that, and IF L'Occitane has some availability to work me back in, I will be going back to work there. Big IFs, people. It's not that I want to move back to Birmingham, it's just a lot easier to keep up the grades and balance personal life there. Plus, I will be committing to at least four years of intense study in Auburn again.
