Where are my travelin' shoes?
On my way home from work this evening, I saw an old roommate walking down the street. I honked and pulled over and we went up to her place and had lemonade. She got married last summer and is working as a nurse at a local hospital.
In her living room are two huge backpacks. Like serious backpacking backpacks. She and her husband are planning on moving to New Zealand next year. They plan on living there at least a year, maybe more. They're going backpacking there before then.
Jared's last day at work is this coming Tuesday. Thursday he's moving to California.
Amanda's last day at work is June 13. She's moving to Kentucky and then moving to Mexico for a year or more. And then grad school.
Angela is planning on quitting in June. She's not moving anywhere, but is getting away from the corporate culture that we all hate so much.
Me? Didn't get into grad school and it looks like I'll be in the corporate culture indefinately. The only thing I really want to do (at least career-wise) I need a masters degree for and that's not happening any time soon. I got an email from my supervisor this afternoon about a mistake that cost our department $8000. I just couldn't care. In the long run, it doesn't matter. My supervisor is also pushing me because I'm so close to getting promoted to the next level of loan processor. Whoop-do-freakin' do. It does mean a raise, but I find myself staring at my computer screen and thinking "What the hell am I doing here? I don't want to be one of the people trapped in a cubicle." Yes, I am going on a two week vacation in Europe. To visit a friend who is living her dream of making Wales her home and getting a MA in Arthurian Literature. It will still be fun though. Just don't think about work.
It's odd thinking that out of all of my friends, I've become the most domestic. I'm so tempted to look into teaching English in some exotic country. I toyed with that idea after college graduation and didn't go for it. Now I'm wondering why.
In her living room are two huge backpacks. Like serious backpacking backpacks. She and her husband are planning on moving to New Zealand next year. They plan on living there at least a year, maybe more. They're going backpacking there before then.
Jared's last day at work is this coming Tuesday. Thursday he's moving to California.
Amanda's last day at work is June 13. She's moving to Kentucky and then moving to Mexico for a year or more. And then grad school.
Angela is planning on quitting in June. She's not moving anywhere, but is getting away from the corporate culture that we all hate so much.
Me? Didn't get into grad school and it looks like I'll be in the corporate culture indefinately. The only thing I really want to do (at least career-wise) I need a masters degree for and that's not happening any time soon. I got an email from my supervisor this afternoon about a mistake that cost our department $8000. I just couldn't care. In the long run, it doesn't matter. My supervisor is also pushing me because I'm so close to getting promoted to the next level of loan processor. Whoop-do-freakin' do. It does mean a raise, but I find myself staring at my computer screen and thinking "What the hell am I doing here? I don't want to be one of the people trapped in a cubicle." Yes, I am going on a two week vacation in Europe. To visit a friend who is living her dream of making Wales her home and getting a MA in Arthurian Literature. It will still be fun though. Just don't think about work.
It's odd thinking that out of all of my friends, I've become the most domestic. I'm so tempted to look into teaching English in some exotic country. I toyed with that idea after college graduation and didn't go for it. Now I'm wondering why.