Work, jobs, and other things that take away your life
Boooo
It is Saturday afternoon. I am sitting on the dusty floor of my old, abandoned apartment, filthy with the dropped ashes from cigar butts that I have not yet vacuumed. My new apartment does not yet have internet, so I am stuck at the empty, vacant old one that still has internet. Fortunately I have two weeks of lease overlap.
I am working on finishing a project for work that is due Sunday that I thought I finished yesterday. Our US guys found a major flaw and called me to fix it. Of course his internet is uncharacteristically not working too, so I have to finish it myself. I'm bouncing back and forth with phone calls between our US guys and our CEO here, while trying to make these last minute changes.
And I should be at my new apartment, cleaning it up and making curry for guests to try to be sexy and charming.
Moral of the story: Stay in school as long as you can. Or marry rich.
It is Saturday afternoon. I am sitting on the dusty floor of my old, abandoned apartment, filthy with the dropped ashes from cigar butts that I have not yet vacuumed. My new apartment does not yet have internet, so I am stuck at the empty, vacant old one that still has internet. Fortunately I have two weeks of lease overlap.
I am working on finishing a project for work that is due Sunday that I thought I finished yesterday. Our US guys found a major flaw and called me to fix it. Of course his internet is uncharacteristically not working too, so I have to finish it myself. I'm bouncing back and forth with phone calls between our US guys and our CEO here, while trying to make these last minute changes.
And I should be at my new apartment, cleaning it up and making curry for guests to try to be sexy and charming.
Moral of the story: Stay in school as long as you can. Or marry rich.
Comments
I like work because when I get home, it's done. I can dick around all evening, without the nagging why aren't you starting your essay. I can watch Survivor without having to pretend I'm doing my readings on commercial breaks.
I miss having crazy roommates
I do like that too. My evenings and more importantly my weekends are my own. The problem is despite this I STILL keep seeming to have less time these days with just a 40 hour a week job than when I was swamped with 30-40 hours of school work a week and having to spend 10-12 hours a week driving (about an hour and a half drive one way to school). Then there was the actual time spent sitting in class, and the hours lost between classes AND the part time job that I'd somehow get another 10-20 hours into in a week. And I STILL had enough time to sit around at home and get bored. I look back on that and it seems like I had 30 hours a day 8 days a week.
The more stuff you have to do the more you seem to get done the quicker I guess. With nothing to do so much of the time now I no longer have anything pressing me onward. Nothing forcing me to cherish every hour and never let even 10 minutes go to waste.
But still, I long for the days when I could come home and be done with my work. But X is so right... there seemed to be so little time in those days, even though I have more work to do now.
But I feel like the end is in sight. Once I get my MA, I can teach community college and make a decent living. Then I can stop going to school and relax.
As fun as it would be, I can't take a life of constant worry... I really don't think a PhD is in my future. Perhaps after 10 years of teaching... but we'll see when we get there. I just want to relax! I can't wait for winter break...