Work, work, work
I am at work, and have finally gotten a free moment after a rather long and crazy day. I like how I keep saying things like "today has been long and crazy." I say it nearly every day. I think perhaps I should just start saying that I have had a day, and leave the adjectives for the less tired.
So yeah, I haven't updated in a while. Sorry about that. I really have gotten so busy with my new job. It's a bit insane, this mess of working and cooking and sleeping and making some attempts at living. I don't know.
I really, really like my job. It is nice, it pays well, and the people here are great. It's just that sometimes I wonder: Is this it? Is this life, the one of work and calling out for lunch and high heels and 401(k)'s, IT? Is this what I'm going to do for 30-40 years? I suddenly feel like there is no hope for magic or fame or anything in my life, nothing that will really break the monotony of the everyday. I am never going to be a singer, or an actress or America's Next Top Model. Not that I would ever want to be one of those things, or are remotely qualified to do it, but still. I've already started on this other path, where I'm just kind of stuck. It's not a problem, it's just weird.
The weird thing about life is that it is like an old car, stopping and stalling its way toward an unknown future.
And that's my thought for today. Now I must go find a PO for my boss.
So yeah, I haven't updated in a while. Sorry about that. I really have gotten so busy with my new job. It's a bit insane, this mess of working and cooking and sleeping and making some attempts at living. I don't know.
I really, really like my job. It is nice, it pays well, and the people here are great. It's just that sometimes I wonder: Is this it? Is this life, the one of work and calling out for lunch and high heels and 401(k)'s, IT? Is this what I'm going to do for 30-40 years? I suddenly feel like there is no hope for magic or fame or anything in my life, nothing that will really break the monotony of the everyday. I am never going to be a singer, or an actress or America's Next Top Model. Not that I would ever want to be one of those things, or are remotely qualified to do it, but still. I've already started on this other path, where I'm just kind of stuck. It's not a problem, it's just weird.
The weird thing about life is that it is like an old car, stopping and stalling its way toward an unknown future.
And that's my thought for today. Now I must go find a PO for my boss.
posted by Southern Belle at 7:39 PM
1 Comments:
Take it from a 33-year-old who drove 4 hours round-trip today to his alma mater to obtain transcripts so that he can substitute teach because he ran screaming from a waking nightmare of an office job 3 days ago:
Start writing NOW. You're good at it, and by the time you're my age, you may have made a name for yourself. I majored in Fine Art, went for the paycheck straight after graduation, and the office has been killing me bit by bit ever since.
SAVE YOURSELF!
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