My dear friend Greta just posted about her terrible, horrible, no-good, very bad day, and I just love the way she remedied it: with ice cream and wine.
Which is funny because I did a similar thing the night before.
I started a new job this week and I am so shocked at the way sitting at a desk and staring at a computer screen all day can be so exhausting. Seriously. By 5 p.m. I am ready to crawl into bed and be stationary for another eight hours. Also, I get barely any human interaction, unlike my summer, during which I had children hanging all over me, demanding my attention: "Allie, will you do that 'oh, my darling' thing again?" "Yes, J Lew." I would promptly pick J Lew up in my arms like a baby and swing her around saying in a dramatic British accent, "OOOhhh my dahhhling! Oh, my dahling J Lew, let us adjourn to the playground! Oooh, my dahling." "Allie, can you do it to me?" Erin would say. "Allie, can you do it to me?" Stephen would say. No, I don't hear anything like that from my cubicle-mate, Hope.
What makes me even more exhausted is the fact that I am in the middle of moving. I finally got all of my stuff from the Ballard house to the new house (which I refer to as the Boathouse) last night. Laura and I were hanging out amidst the boxes and piles of crap, and we decided it was a good time to open a bottle of wine and the housewarming gift of carmel corn and doublestuffed oreos my landlord left for me. Soon, the Staceinator joined us.
Sitting there in my rugby tee and stretch pants with carmel corn in my mouth and a glass of wine in my hand suprisingly made me feel like an adult. Is that silly or what? New apartment, new, REAL job... Not to mention the lame drama in my social life. Am I leaving youth behind?
I hate the cliche "you're an independent woman; just like Beyonce!" Stace tells me this a lot. Especially when I'm complaining about boys. But maybe it's true. We'll see...
1 comment :
Haha! I'm so tickled to be mentioned Allie dear. :) SOOO true about the 9-5 job being a drain though... I would drive the 45 minutes home from my job in Bothell every day last year, and not even have the clarity of mind to change the radio station when the commercials came on. I was like a zombie. It just SAPPED me.
Advice: (as a grown-upper grown-up, to the new wine drinking, carmel corn popping grown up)-- it can be a great learning experience to be in that kind of job for a while-- especially if you're able to invest in the people you work with. But, I wouldn't recommend staying there forever. Even though teaching is hugely tiring in its own way, I get these little surges all the time of feeling so happy and excited that I'm getting to DO what I'm really cut out to do. I'll trade that for the "comfort" and routine of my cubicle job, any day.
If you are as passionate and whimsical and people-oriented as I think you are... I hope you eventually find a job that lets you be all those things...! :)
And p.s., we still need to get that cocktail...
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