employed !!!

please show some respect, I am now a professional woman. #

I GOT THE JOB. 😀 😀 😀 At the tanning salon. Under my house. Literally under my house. I have possibly the shortest commute in Milano and I am already imagining the luxury of leaving home approximately four minutes before I need to be there, although Mom says if I start doing that I will eventually be late despite living upstairs and then nobody will ever take me seriously again. Fair.

I start properly this week and I’m much more excited than I thought I’d be. There is something strange about somebody saying, “Okay, come in at this time” and realising they now expect you somewhere because you work there. Not because you’re someone’s daughter or girlfriend or friend, not because you made an appointment, not because everybody is meeting for drinks. Because you’re useful there. I want to learn everything properly. How they organise appointments, products, the machines, timings, cleaning, clients, all the tiny things that seem obvious after you’ve done a job for months but are completely new on day one. I already know I’ll become obsessive about keeping bottles straight because apparently I was born eighty years old.

Yuri said he’s proud of me, which was sweet for approximately thirty seconds until he asked whether working there means I am going to become permanently tanned. I told him yes, obviously, and that by March I’ll resemble antique furniture. He looked genuinely uncertain for a second.

This is the man I’ve chosen.

Bambolina is officially employed. terrifying.

Remember me, Eclipse.