Coaching Moments
For the last few days, whenever I sign on facebook the feed announces that someone is now in a relationship and someone else has posted pictures of their European trip. Mind you, these are all different someones. The World Wide Web is reminding me that I'm single and that I am not lucky enough to bounce around Europe. Maybe I'm reading into things. Whatever.
Tomorrow is my last day at Coach. I'm so happy. My new job is at my cousin's leasing office in Edgewater. I do office work (answer phones, run credit checks, organize(!!!), etc.). The pay is good and if all goes well, in the fall I will start showing apartments, thus getting a raise. This job seems so much more substantial- probably because it is.
Coach did what it did. It helped me become more polished, patient, and personable (Just kidding about the personable part- I was plenty personable when I started. I just like alliterations.) I leave Coach thinking less of companies like Coach. A purse is a purse and no one should pay $500 for a sack to put your stuff in. I bought into it for awhile and as pretty as some bags are (and as ugly...), they're not worth it. Oh, and I'm a vegan now. I know you're thinking, "So is Rachael. Those two..." Well, you're right. I was a vegetarian for three years and knew all the good veganism stood for, but opted to go half-way. In truth, it's easy and it makes me happy. I'm reminded why I ever went veg to begin with. Sometimes all it takes is a little nudge. Do yourselves a favor and read Mad Cowboy, by the way.
Summer school is easy. Summer school is boring. I spend my days at work and school and my nights doing laundry and being tired.
I'm not going to Europe and I don't have a boyfriend, but I'm working hard. I guess I've always associated good times with hard work. Like after you work hard, you’ll be rewarded. I look at these pics on facebook and initially think, "They deserve it more than me". Do they? I actually don't think so. I think that's just they way the cookie crumbles. I just have this horrible nagging fear that I'm wasting my youth being afraid that I'm wasting my youth. So, I'm thinking maybe I'll do a Europe romp next summer...or the one after that. Whichever. Maybe by then I'll feel as though I've really earned it. And maybe by then I won't have to go it alone. Maybe.