“I’m a little tired of people acting like the be-all, end-all experts on how people in their mid-to-late 20s should be living their lives. Don’t be too crazy! Don’t be too serious! Follow your dreams! But make sure you work hard! But not too hard! Laugh! Dance like nobody’s watching! If I spent every day trying to be just crazy enough, I’d actually go legitimately crazy.
Frankly, I think we’re all a little old for this kind of “advice” to resonate. This is the kind of thing people should hear when they’re graduating high school; maybe college. But I think by our late 20s/early 30s, we can figure it out on our own. Oh, should I travel? REALLY? MY GOD WHAT HAVE I BEEN DOING? IF ONLY SOMEONE HAD TOLD ME BEFORE!”—
My sink is FULL of dirty dishes, so instead of baking 8 dozen biscotti like I originally planned for tonight I’m going to sit on the floor and eat a bag of sour cream and cheddar chips and chill the f out.
I WOULD go sit on the bed but I’m having issues setting up my wireless router so for now I only have internet under my ironing board in the corner of my bedroom next to my laundry hamper. It’s kind of like an awful fort that smells like feet.
Finals week. I have a stats final (which I have to pass with at LEAST a high B or I’m out of the program, yay pressure!), two papers and a discussion board to moderate this week. Not to mention this is absolute hell week at work, and I’ve been working hard and late every single night because our holiday party is on Saturday and it’s pretty much the cumulation of a good six months of work.
I have class tomorrow night, so that’s at least a few hours I won’t be able to do any real work. The Boy’s holiday party is Friday night, my attendance is required so that eliminates another night I could be doing school stuff. And Sunday I have a work-related, my attendance is mandatory, holiday party survivors brunch… and immediately following I agreed to brunch with my friends from Pittsburgh who I haven’t seen in a year and are only in town this weekend and I don’t get to see Saturday night because of the stupid party.
I’m almost finished with one paper (and trying to simultaneously post on this discussion board) but the stats final is going to KILL ME. Anyone good at statistics willing to help me? I will do all the work, I just want someone to check everything before I turn it in and tell me if I mangled everything!
Amazing how someone can insult you twice in less than 3 minutes by telling you “you need a man here” and then saying “it’s just rich kids with daddys money” (referring to the occupy protest). I wish I couldve called him a smug clueless fuck but I’d also like to keep my job too.