You know you're a senior when........
My plan today was to go home, respond to emails, read "Ideal Husband," write my history response, go for a run, and go to bed early. Instead I watched "Golden Girls" for several hours with Jim and Brian, and ate more chocolate than the average human being should probably consume in one day.
Senioritis has officially reared its ugly head in my direction, and I am powerless against it.
I think it's also partially burn-out from all of my various jobs...but also, I LOVE my jobs. I do the coolest shit every day. Yesterday in the shop I built a medieval monastery table, today in the craft room I sewed and distressed monks' robes, and on Thursday I'll probably answer senile old peoples' phone calls while Spiro, Danny, Brian, etc. make inappropriate jokes in/around the box office. All of the above places have their charms, and their stresses, and between them I probably work a total of 30-40 hours a week. And you know, I'd say that it was too much, but I really love what I do most of the time. It's those darn classes that sneak their way into my schedule and mess with my sleep (or lack thereof). BUT, I love those so far, too. Bob Colby makes me want to take America's youth theater by storm and bring valuable TYA to the masses, and Amelia Broome makes any monologue in any dialect sound like pure sex. History...eh. But there's always one.
I don't know why I'm updating now.
More uselessness, induced by the above mentioned senioritis I guess.
Bed now. GO!
Senioritis has officially reared its ugly head in my direction, and I am powerless against it.
I think it's also partially burn-out from all of my various jobs...but also, I LOVE my jobs. I do the coolest shit every day. Yesterday in the shop I built a medieval monastery table, today in the craft room I sewed and distressed monks' robes, and on Thursday I'll probably answer senile old peoples' phone calls while Spiro, Danny, Brian, etc. make inappropriate jokes in/around the box office. All of the above places have their charms, and their stresses, and between them I probably work a total of 30-40 hours a week. And you know, I'd say that it was too much, but I really love what I do most of the time. It's those darn classes that sneak their way into my schedule and mess with my sleep (or lack thereof). BUT, I love those so far, too. Bob Colby makes me want to take America's youth theater by storm and bring valuable TYA to the masses, and Amelia Broome makes any monologue in any dialect sound like pure sex. History...eh. But there's always one.
I don't know why I'm updating now.
More uselessness, induced by the above mentioned senioritis I guess.
Bed now. GO!