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Ahh the joys of Livejournal.
I haven't updated in a long time due to limited internet access (roomie's computer), working 60 hours a week, and mostly no desire to type a thing on here.
For the past 5 weeks I have busted my butt at Kings Island. I make donuts (they are cake donuts with powdered sugar and cinnamon and come 12 to a bag for $2.99, or so I say about 50 times a day) and serve slushies (40 flavors, pick a flavor 10 bucks says we have it) all day long. Those 5 weeks or about 300 hours have left me with a lot of time to think.
I've thought about my friends a lot. I'm really truly saddened, or maybe more scared, but the number of friends that have came in and out of my life in the past 8 years. I look back on my group of friends from high school and I am amazed and proud of the relationships we still have. I know I could call Laura, Jackie, Rach, or Will in a heartbeat and we just pick up where we left off. At the same time I look at these friendships and know that I have been a shitty friend. I don't talk to Will enough, she was my roommate for pete's sake. I wish I knew more of what was going on in Jackie and Rach's lives, but I just don't know what to do. This I am determined to work on. I look at my college friends and question what friendships were based on, how much did we really know about one another and where does a friendship end? Does it? Honestly, I'm really sad that Lindsay and I aren't as close as we used to be. A lot of shit happened this year that definitely helped hurt that friendship. But I really think it was on both of our parts. Cass and I hit a rough spot at the end of the year. I don't know what will happen. I really don't, only time will tell. Greg wouldn't even come out when I went back to Bloomington for one night. Figures. And then there is Chrissy, she's an amazing friend. I'm scared I'll lose her when she leaves for Ireland, but I guess it all goes back to trying.
It's wierd when I'm here and I'm not surrounded by my friends and I work while the world plays. I'm surrounded by people who aren't my age, but I must say I've had a ridiculous amount of fun with them not acting my age. Who would have thought that I'd still be having pillow fights like a little kid after a 12 hour long shift.
Working at least 60 hours a week has also left me a lot of time to question my work ethic. I busted my ass through college. I wasn't there to screw around or have fun, I was there to get the job done and have a little bit of fun which I did. And now I'm here doing the same thing. I'm here to get the job done, the hours in, bust my ass and hopefully have a little bit of fun. When I move to North Carolina, I want to have as much fun as I work. I still want to go above and beyond with my job, after all that's what the hired me for so that is what they will get. However, I want to enjoy my life a little more than I have in the last 3 years. I want to do things for myself.
Maybe that's why I'm writing this. So I can kindly remind myself to put a few things in front of work. Like having a life and enjoying it which is most easily done when you know that you have the love and support of friends and family to push you along.
Well, roomie's alarm clock is going off. I have to go beat her to the shower. More another time.
P.S. I have 5 roomies. On average.
I haven't updated in a long time due to limited internet access (roomie's computer), working 60 hours a week, and mostly no desire to type a thing on here.
For the past 5 weeks I have busted my butt at Kings Island. I make donuts (they are cake donuts with powdered sugar and cinnamon and come 12 to a bag for $2.99, or so I say about 50 times a day) and serve slushies (40 flavors, pick a flavor 10 bucks says we have it) all day long. Those 5 weeks or about 300 hours have left me with a lot of time to think.
I've thought about my friends a lot. I'm really truly saddened, or maybe more scared, but the number of friends that have came in and out of my life in the past 8 years. I look back on my group of friends from high school and I am amazed and proud of the relationships we still have. I know I could call Laura, Jackie, Rach, or Will in a heartbeat and we just pick up where we left off. At the same time I look at these friendships and know that I have been a shitty friend. I don't talk to Will enough, she was my roommate for pete's sake. I wish I knew more of what was going on in Jackie and Rach's lives, but I just don't know what to do. This I am determined to work on. I look at my college friends and question what friendships were based on, how much did we really know about one another and where does a friendship end? Does it? Honestly, I'm really sad that Lindsay and I aren't as close as we used to be. A lot of shit happened this year that definitely helped hurt that friendship. But I really think it was on both of our parts. Cass and I hit a rough spot at the end of the year. I don't know what will happen. I really don't, only time will tell. Greg wouldn't even come out when I went back to Bloomington for one night. Figures. And then there is Chrissy, she's an amazing friend. I'm scared I'll lose her when she leaves for Ireland, but I guess it all goes back to trying.
It's wierd when I'm here and I'm not surrounded by my friends and I work while the world plays. I'm surrounded by people who aren't my age, but I must say I've had a ridiculous amount of fun with them not acting my age. Who would have thought that I'd still be having pillow fights like a little kid after a 12 hour long shift.
Working at least 60 hours a week has also left me a lot of time to question my work ethic. I busted my ass through college. I wasn't there to screw around or have fun, I was there to get the job done and have a little bit of fun which I did. And now I'm here doing the same thing. I'm here to get the job done, the hours in, bust my ass and hopefully have a little bit of fun. When I move to North Carolina, I want to have as much fun as I work. I still want to go above and beyond with my job, after all that's what the hired me for so that is what they will get. However, I want to enjoy my life a little more than I have in the last 3 years. I want to do things for myself.
Maybe that's why I'm writing this. So I can kindly remind myself to put a few things in front of work. Like having a life and enjoying it which is most easily done when you know that you have the love and support of friends and family to push you along.
Well, roomie's alarm clock is going off. I have to go beat her to the shower. More another time.
P.S. I have 5 roomies. On average.