I have low standards when name tags are involved

"How do you like being a working girl?" she asked me.

"I am not a working girl," I replied with a grimace, "I am a business woman. My grandma says that a working girl is a prostitute." And it's true; my grandma does say that. Actually, my grandma says a lot of things.

But I do like being a business woman, for the most part at least. Sure, making the calls necessary to acquire sponsorship cause me a great deal of stress. And maybe I can count on one hand the number of times I have actually been out of the office by 5 p.m, but I am doing good work. I am making a difference. I am contributing positively to humankind. Also, I got to eat birthday cake two days ago and that was pretty awesome.

So what if I don't have enough time for a life? So what if my annual income will fall approximately $10,000 lower than I would like it?

It is a start - a good start at a good place.

Also, I get a name tag. I would most likely work anywhere for free if it meant that I got a name tag.

Adjusting to being employed

As I sat there, in my skirt, I realized that, between my floor-to-ceiling window to the hall and my open office door, anyone who passed by could easily take a gander at my whoo haw if I forgot to carefully sit like a lady all day long. Sure, I was wearing panties, but the idea of my whoo haw was out there.

These are the kinds of problems I have been having at work - unintentionally potentially exposing my whoo haw to coworkers.