I woke up this morning, my first day or work, and took a quick shower. Then I got ready to shave. I shook the shaving cream canister a little and pressed the button. Nothing. No shaving gel. Nada. There I stood, wet and ready to shave, holding an empty can of shaving cream. I tried to keep myself from freaking out. Showing up to work with two days’ worth of stubble is no good even at my beard’s teenage growth rate.

Then I think: “Hey, the girl who lives here must shave.”

Ladies and gentleman, I shaved this morning with Skintimate Moisturizing Shave Gel, Citrus Sun Tea scented.

It wasn’t even that good of a shave. I highly suggest the ladies out there switch to a men’s shave gel. Get yourselves a can of Gillette Complete Skincare Multigel. It even comes in a fragrance-free variety so you don’t have to worry about smelling like a dude. Trust me on this one. If my face likes it, your legs and whatnot will like it too.

Otherwise, work today was good. Lots of the usual first-day here’s the copy room, there’s the kitchen, that’s your desk. They took us out to lunch and it was good. I can’t talk about work because, you know, rules and stuff. But my view rocks. Fifty-third floor! Oh yeah, and there was a jumper on the parking garage next door. That was kinda weird. Some lady that apparently wasn’t too happy with her state of affairs perched herself at the top of a parking garage for a few hours, and we could see her and the cops that surrounded her. They eventually talked her down.

Tomorrow I have lunch with my old San Antonio buddy who I suckered into going to law school. I mean, who I suggested take the LSAT just for the hell of it and eventually went to Baylor, which he hates, but which also allowed him to meet his fiancé. Life is funny like that.