Is that a disturbing pattern I see developing?

So lately, every time I have a bad day for whatever the reason *cough*crazybitchesIworkwith*cough* my remedy has been to go out and blow money like hell.

This afternoon, while watching the pretty, probably my age sales girl ring up my $80 silk purse and new sunglasses (the price of which we will not discuss, especially considering they are almost identical to the pair I bought last month...) I had a sudden panic attack.

"Oh my God! What if I'm becoming one of those people who bases self worth on possessions, or worse! An accessory-obsessed, small dog-carrying blond that everyone hates because I'm that annoying and it's just that damn easy!...............Quickly! I must stop her from swiping that card!..............Gosh, but I really do like that purse..."

So, call me weak. But hear me out first! This is why I've decided I purchase Stuff to make myself feel better:
Don't get me wrong, 'cause I like my job, but it's a damned headache and recently the women I work with have decided that I should be the object of their petty bitchery.
Unfortunately money doesn't grow on trees and college isn't free. I'm proud to say that my cash doesn't come from Mommy and Daddy's bank account.
No! I earn my paycheck every day when I walk into work, take the stares of co-workers on Haterade, listen to the crazies that are inevitable when working in a courthouse, stay on top of pulling/putting up hundreds of files for my (mostly) lovely abstracters, and somehow still find time to jazz with Mary about her dates and my ever-absent boyfriend.

I'm proud of what I do at my job because it is a good job! It's not a job at a tanning salon, or a hardware store, or a pizza joint (but, okay. My job at the pizza joint was tiiight and should I ever happen into a few million or so, I'd totally buy the place and work there just for the fun of it :D ).

I like the fact that I'm able to pay all my bills, put money in the bank, and still have cash to blow on whatever I want just because I want to. I don't care if that sounds irresponsible.

The point is that my purchasing *insert needless, expensive item here* symbolizes not only my ability to release stress in a positive, comfort-food-style way, but also the fact that I am becoming stronger as a person to be able to handle co-workers and a serious job while retaining sanity and goals of reaching the next step in what I want for my life.

Thus, Monday I shall brave the sneers, new purse on shoulder, and a "Fuck you, have a nice day," smile, all the while knowing that this is just another learning experience to be shared on BlogSpot... And that not one of them could pull of my rockstar shades. :D