I love my shiny new job. Of course it has only been a week but the people, the environment and the work are fantastic. I'm actually quite surprised at how easily things fell into place and I think, given what I hear about those around me still struggling to find jobs, I'm one of the lucky ones. Hopefully, I'll still have this job in a year and will feel great about it and my performance in the job.
In an anti-buddhist rampage, I went on a shopping spree for career clothes! I bought several power suits, sparkling new shoes so I can go clicketty click when I walk down the office halls, and a nice fat purse in which to put all that money that I'm making.
It's ridiculous that at my age I still feel a little bit like the 6 year old playing dress-up in mommy's clothes. I guess the imposter feeling doesn't go away - it just gets better dressed!!!
The problem is - all this consumption is addictive. Just today, HippieHusband said he thought I had a shoe fetish, which lay dormant all those years in academia. And only now with my shiny new job, has it been unleashed. I told HippieHusband that it was not limited to shoes and while I could I was going to bask in the shine and glory of no longer living like a starving, shabbily-dressed, disgruntled postdoc.
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