Irony

Sometimes I wonder at the irony of things.  They don't even have to be big or life changing.  For example, I went to a Catholic elementary school and consequently wore uniforms.  I loved the uniforms.  You didn't have to put a lot of planning into what you were going to wear and what you did wear pretty much always matched and fit with what everyone else was wearing.  My sister did not like uniforms.  She wanted to wear her own things.

Now, my sister is a nurse and wears a uniform (scrubs) to work and my jobs, post high school, have not had a uniform.  The dress codes have ranged from business to casual.  Currently, at least, I get to wear a work shirt  when I am working in the field which is close to a uniform.

 Through college I also moved a lot.  Do to a work study program I was in, I was moving every 3 to 4 months.  I looked forward to not moving for a while.  I took a job, settled in...and after 4 months my job was cut.  So what did I do?  I eventually ended up at Amor working with a "field" focus which so far has had me sleeping in places other than "my" bed sometimes 3 out of 4 weeks in a month.  I suppose since I have had some clothes hanging in the same closet since February though, that this is a step toward what I was looking forward to.