24 0′Clock Shadow
I has been looking for a job, and applying to medical schools and interviewing for both.
Now I have both.
But before this whole process began, I had scruff, and more importantly, I had hair like a Roman statue. Long curly flowing locks, highlited by the sun into a golden-brown explosion of curls. It was sexy, and less homosexual that it sounds. And moreso, I liked having long hair, a lot. And I don’t like having a beard, but the option of toying around is a grand option to have.
That said, I started my new job on Monday. It is for real. It is in an office, and I have magnetic ID tags on a boing belt clip that is infinitely fun to play with in the elevator. The office I work at, it’s really an office, there are even pregnant women who work there.
Pregnant women are nothing new, nor is the fact that they too have jobs. But suddenly becoming a coworker who has coffee breaks with pregnant women, I mean, that’s the real world. I’m finally old enough to know people who are pregnant on purpose. Before now, my exposure to pregnancy in peer was those bad girls in high school.
But now, now I’m really doing it. And now that I’m in it, I’m growing out my hair.