How old would you guess I’d be if I had a mini-celebration in my classy little lady heart because breakfast sandwiches were served on my flight into JFK and Justin Bieber’s “Love Me” came up randomly on my iTunes? 11? 15? 18?

I have the mentality of an 11-year-old. But I digress. A week ago–I quit my dream job at an advertising agency and now I’m a flight attendant. I have the mentality of a 55-year-old lady hitting a mid-life crisis without the Porsche.

In reality, I’m 24-years-old, have a well-rounded college education and I’m fully capable of making my own decisions. In which case, I have chosen to behave like it’s 1960 and all I want to do is travel the world wearing nylons and a scarf around my neck…do something crazy and stroll through security at an airport with a flash of a badge to see the world and obtain some adventurous writing material for my Moleskine notebook. Read More »

I’ve grown up a lot in the past week. How could I not with all the positive encouragement from the commenters last week? I got up off the couch, got a pants suit, and got a job with benefits. Well I got off the couch… and that’s a start.

This past week I went to a BBQ at one of my few (I’m talking 1.5) remaining high school friend’s houses. I don’t know why the adults there think that the best side dish to ribs is asking me about my future. I had cole slaw hanging out of my mouth half the time as I explained that, yes, I was doing an internship; no, it was not paid in any amount that can support me; no, there are no health benefits; no, they are not hiring at the end of the summer; yes, that’s definitely potato salad hanging in my hair (the most asked question of the day).

I’m about ready to start making flashcards with my plans to hand out to people rather than spend four hours attempting to justify why I thought it was a good idea to get an internship instead of a job after graduation. Apparently some people don’t keep up with the news and are unaware that most of the class of ’09 did not graduate with job offers.

I’m pretty sure I  sound angry. But I’m pretty sure that anger is one of the stages in the grieving process. Last week was denial and I think next week is hunger…but I’m no doctor, so I can’t verify that.

But I am starting to slowly move on. And, like I said before, I’m practically a functioning adult now. I’ve taken a liking to cottage cheese and I think that habit places me around 75 years old. I guess it’s one new grown-up habit a week from now on. Who knows what I’ll pick up this week. Maybe learning how to file taxes? Or perhaps how to shop at Chico’s?

It’s all up in the air for right now.