Random things

• I have been a Verizon customer for almost ten years and always said I was Verizon for life. Somewhere between Brian getting an iPhone, spending too much being on separate networks, having my phone (which has been replaced twice already) refuse to charge AND shut off sporadically, and having a Verizon customer service rep ignore my issues AND my desire to leave the network, I found myself in the AT&T store Sunday, switching over and buying myself a little treat as a reward for training.
• I LOVE MY NEW iPhone. When Brian got his it was like love at first byte. I loved it. I am rationalizing this purchase since I will be traveling to far, unfamiliar places for my new job and can skip buying a navigation system now. Really I just needed a toy to get me through the next four days, and felt that I deserved a reward for my labor.
• No grown up is too grown up for a new toy! And guess what, when you see your friend with one, you still have that innate desire to yell “mine,” grab it and run off. Except that instead you just buy yourself one without doing research or budgeting it in…because that is the more grown up thing to do.
• How I Met Your Mother tonight is all about getting old. I have noticed over the last year how the world is getting younger. People are having babies younger. They’re buying houses younger. My colleagues and friends are finding themselves advanced in their careers younger…and so on and so forth. And then I realized that the whole world wasn’t getting younger. I’m just getting older, and I am in mild denial about it.
• I remember the first time a little kid called me “the lady” instead of “the girl.” I was 21 working at Olan Mills. I wanted to cry because he told his mom he gave the coupon to “the lady.” Then a few weeks ago (while at the unemployment office, in case you were wondering) I was carrying Avery’s carseat out with my hands very full and two young men opened the door for me and said “Here you go Miss” and I looked behind me to see who they were talking to…because now I am used to being called “ma’am” or “lady.”
• My eyes have been bloodshot for almost five days now, for no reason other than sheer exhaustion and too many 6am wake up calls. It is 8:55 and I am in my pajamas and about to crawl into bed in hopes that I will be dreaming by 9:30. Right now, it is good to be old, because it’s ok to go to bed at 9:30 when you’re old. Nighty night!