All of my friends who are in couples have one couple who works until 4 p.m. at the latest and the other is a student, so they have part time hours where they just take a 3-4 hour class a few days a week.
They can’t understand why my girlfriend and I, who both have full-time jobs that require us to work a minimum of 40 (but more like 50) hours each week, can’t come to events or be on time to things or not be constantly stressed out from running around from work to dinner to an event.
It’s exhausting to try to do everything. We’re both trying to train for a half marathon and do training runs before dinner, then eat, then go out and be expected to have the same amount of energy and stamina as everyone else. It’s not possible and I wish they could spend a day in my shoes/her shoes to understand that.
I will always be awkward around women at work as I am overly conscious of trying not to flirt. Don’t worry, ladies, no danger with me.
I’m not sure when to ask for a raise, but I feel like since I’m the only one who fills in shifts literally every hour of the day, I should deserve one. Especially since the last time I got a raise was September 2010.
This is crazy.
It didn’t used to be that way.
I used to have a cushion.
Then came the Summer of the Car Problems.
But tonight I get to go grocery shopping and buy presents after waiting 10 days!
Irony: when you use the grammar skills taught to you by your high school English teacher to correct a story written for your news website about that same teacher driving to school drunk and teaching first period…still drunk.
You know the HBO show The Newsroom on Election Night how it’s totally crazy and there’s lots of running?
Take the sense of urgency, then translate that to me sitting at a computer refreshing four pages for two hours.
Sometimes you do things wrong and someone else is right, so you change the way you do them. Then you’re told to do something completely different. So you try that. Then that’s not right. So you go back to the simplest, easiest way to get that task done on your own without being told because you know you need to start at the beginning. You do it. It’s done. You forget one thing. Then suddenly you’re told you can’t even do the simplest thing right.
And all of this happens in the space of three days and you’re trying to figure out how to stay calm.
My job keeps me on my toes.
A little bit of everything we see/hear/taste/love in life from a 25-year-old dork from New York.