The only downside of the resume work shop was the woman doing it telling all us of us that we were “too young to need a mental health day.” Considering I had two different flavors of unexpected anxiety bullshit episodes today prior to that, I mental did the “::looks into camera like on The Office::” thing. Nice ableism there, ma’am.

Other moment of oddity was being a 29-year-old in a room full of people still young enough to ask if they should put stuff from high school on their “I want a teaching job” resumes.

I’m about as awkward at Second Chance Prom as a 29 year old as I was at senior prom as an 18 year old. But I am more comfortable. Because this time I’m wearing pants, shirt, tie, and suspenders instead of a dress and heels.

Tonight’s music isn’t really my speed/scene/style.

I did get in my cardio for the week doing the Cupid Shuffle, though.