I may have been a tad bit crabby yesterday. Just so you don't think I am a total Debbie Downer, please note that the world and I are on better terms today.
Also, it's really crazy how things happen the way they do. And I like people who take risks sometimes. (No, those two statements are not related.)
That's all. Happy Wednesday! :)
Wednesday, January 13, 2010
Tuesday, January 12, 2010
Ugh.
I really dislike crummy days. Like today. I also really dislike work. WHY on earth would a person want to work for 12 hours a day on something that is painfully unexciting? And even less useful than it is interesting?
Yes, that's right, slavedrivers. Go ahead and track me down and put this in my next performance review. Make sure to include the fact that I am officially complaining about how people who I am not even working for send me e-mails at 4:30 pm, and even though they are "sorry for the late notice," they need me to re-do something that I already did for them earlier, ALSO with very little notice, because they screwed up and gave me the wrong information the first time. Um. As if I don't already have hours worth of work to finish at 4:30 pm.
I dream about a job where it's I can begin to think about going home at 4:30 pm. I wonder what that must be like... I might get home in time to eat dinner and watch The Bachelor and maybe even get 7-8 hours of sleep. What a fantasy world.
Also, while I'm on this little outburst, it's 15 degrees outside. 0 degrees with wind chill. And my head hurts and I have no energy and my apartment is a horrible mess.
January and I are just not getting along so well.
Yes, that's right, slavedrivers. Go ahead and track me down and put this in my next performance review. Make sure to include the fact that I am officially complaining about how people who I am not even working for send me e-mails at 4:30 pm, and even though they are "sorry for the late notice," they need me to re-do something that I already did for them earlier, ALSO with very little notice, because they screwed up and gave me the wrong information the first time. Um. As if I don't already have hours worth of work to finish at 4:30 pm.
I dream about a job where it's I can begin to think about going home at 4:30 pm. I wonder what that must be like... I might get home in time to eat dinner and watch The Bachelor and maybe even get 7-8 hours of sleep. What a fantasy world.
Also, while I'm on this little outburst, it's 15 degrees outside. 0 degrees with wind chill. And my head hurts and I have no energy and my apartment is a horrible mess.
January and I are just not getting along so well.
Sunday, January 10, 2010
All I Want to Do
...is become a nomad. Travel around the U.S., and then once I've seen all there is to see, travel around the rest of the world. Especially before a massive volcano, or astroid, or nuclear war comes along and destroys it all. (Thank you, Discovery Channel, for your very unsettling outlook on the fate of the earth.)
So far 2010 is off to a slow start. Mostly my mind is still cloudy and stuck in vacation mode. I think I am ready to fast forward to March. No reason, or anything.
So far 2010 is off to a slow start. Mostly my mind is still cloudy and stuck in vacation mode. I think I am ready to fast forward to March. No reason, or anything.
Thursday, December 31, 2009
New Year's Eve
So evidently 2009 is ending tonight. I'm not really sure where the past 365 days went, but that's what the calendar tells me.
I guess it's been a pretty eventuful year. During 2009 I graduated from college, got very tan, moved from California to Boston, (sadly) lost my tan, started my first real job... and then there are some other things I'd better not mention here.
I think the strangest part about 2010 will be not being a student anymore. Because in school, it seemed like every year was going to be different... different schedule, different things to be learned, different people to meet. And of course in school, you are working toward the ultimate goal of earning a degree. So it always seemed like graduation served as some kind of driving purpose behind the things I was doing, or at least some kind of reward at the end. But I'm not sure how I like post-graduated life. If getting a degree has been my goal for the past 4... 8?... or maybe even 16 years if you consider all those long years of education leading up to this point... then what is my goal supposed to be now? Because I have a job, and while I guess I'm glad not to be unemployed and bumming around right now, I can't say that the "real" world actually seems real or meaningful at all, or that I have any long-term goals related to this world. Maybe to survive through my first year at this job and come out with some kind of a personality in tact, but that's about it.
After that... well. I'm not sure if I'm supposed to be waiting around for some kind of magical enlightening moment to occur where I suddenly become wise and understand the secrets of the world, or if I'm supposed to be figuring those out for myself. Personally I think it would be nice if a white owl named Hedwig would just come along and tell me.
Sometimes life seems like it's going to take a really, really long time. I'm pretty sure that it's not, and that I'll end up becoming one of those slightly annoying old ladies who goes around exclaiming how time has flown by. But right now I can't even imagine what it will be like to be 30, or 40, or maybe even 25. It's weird not to be measuring time in terms of academic years, or summer vacations, or whatever else I've been doing up til this point. Maybe everything is going to blur together now. I'm not sure if I like that.
Anyway. It looks like my sunny 60-degree Californian Christmas will be followed by a very cold, white New Year in Boston.
Remember to wear you red or yellow undies at midnight, depending on what you want the new year to bring. Red is for love, yellow is for wealth. Don't ask me where I got that from because I don't remember. Just do it.
I guess it's been a pretty eventuful year. During 2009 I graduated from college, got very tan, moved from California to Boston, (sadly) lost my tan, started my first real job... and then there are some other things I'd better not mention here.
I think the strangest part about 2010 will be not being a student anymore. Because in school, it seemed like every year was going to be different... different schedule, different things to be learned, different people to meet. And of course in school, you are working toward the ultimate goal of earning a degree. So it always seemed like graduation served as some kind of driving purpose behind the things I was doing, or at least some kind of reward at the end. But I'm not sure how I like post-graduated life. If getting a degree has been my goal for the past 4... 8?... or maybe even 16 years if you consider all those long years of education leading up to this point... then what is my goal supposed to be now? Because I have a job, and while I guess I'm glad not to be unemployed and bumming around right now, I can't say that the "real" world actually seems real or meaningful at all, or that I have any long-term goals related to this world. Maybe to survive through my first year at this job and come out with some kind of a personality in tact, but that's about it.
After that... well. I'm not sure if I'm supposed to be waiting around for some kind of magical enlightening moment to occur where I suddenly become wise and understand the secrets of the world, or if I'm supposed to be figuring those out for myself. Personally I think it would be nice if a white owl named Hedwig would just come along and tell me.
Sometimes life seems like it's going to take a really, really long time. I'm pretty sure that it's not, and that I'll end up becoming one of those slightly annoying old ladies who goes around exclaiming how time has flown by. But right now I can't even imagine what it will be like to be 30, or 40, or maybe even 25. It's weird not to be measuring time in terms of academic years, or summer vacations, or whatever else I've been doing up til this point. Maybe everything is going to blur together now. I'm not sure if I like that.
Anyway. It looks like my sunny 60-degree Californian Christmas will be followed by a very cold, white New Year in Boston.
Remember to wear you red or yellow undies at midnight, depending on what you want the new year to bring. Red is for love, yellow is for wealth. Don't ask me where I got that from because I don't remember. Just do it.
Saturday, November 28, 2009
No thanks.
I just saw a commercial suggesting that a GREAT gift for a new bride would be a basket filled with cleaning supplies.
Ummm....
When I get married, please do not get me a basket of cleaning supplies. Unless maybe it comes with a coupon for you to come over and clean. Thanks.
Ummm....
When I get married, please do not get me a basket of cleaning supplies. Unless maybe it comes with a coupon for you to come over and clean. Thanks.
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