Work me no likey!
So I'm a-workin' tomorrow. I worked this banquet last year, so I'll get to witness the 15th AND 16th annual science day thingy. It's 400 high school kids who eat a lot and talk about science. They dance later on...nerd alert! There's a lot of walking and hurting (emotionally and physically, lol) for the workers. It didn't kill me last year, but I'm not so sure about this year. I just might die. Like it was so much walking and junk last year that when I got my daily nosebleed, it was a welcomed break because I got to sit down until it went away. Horrid, I know. It's a day of work that reminds me of those swim practices when I was like, "If I can finish this set, I can finish any set!"
I heard three of my new favorite songs right in a row on the way home from work today. It went from Coldplay's "Clocks" (amazing epic song!) to Michelle Branch's "Are You Happy Now?" to Evanessence's (sp?) "Bring Me to Life." It was total 'Heroin Song' heaven.
I saw "Finding Nemo" for the second time last week. It's so darling! Last night, Dave and I went to Crystal's "Keep it on the DL" scandalous party. I saw some of the good ol' K-Mart gang, and hung out with Janay, Amy, and Crystal. Dave and I left around 10:20 to go to Village Inn where we ate cheesecake ::drools::...with strawberries!! ::redrools::
So here I am, pleasantly bored while dreading work tomorrow. And now for a slightly more serious tone, it's one of my greatest fears that I'll end up in a dead-end job that I hate. The saving grace of McDonald's and K-Mart, and now the O'Club is that I don't have to stay there forever. They're temporary, which makes it tolerable to work there. But what if I get stuck at a job where I see no future? What if my grandiose SNL/screenwriter dreams never materialize and I become George Costanza?? I don't want to be 50 and regret that I didn't accomplish my goals after college. This is why I want the beautiful Fake New York to exist, one with few and petty worries, where everyone sits around and drinks coffee and talks all day, but still has money for swanky Greenwich Village apartments.
Ok, now back to dreading work...
I heard three of my new favorite songs right in a row on the way home from work today. It went from Coldplay's "Clocks" (amazing epic song!) to Michelle Branch's "Are You Happy Now?" to Evanessence's (sp?) "Bring Me to Life." It was total 'Heroin Song' heaven.
I saw "Finding Nemo" for the second time last week. It's so darling! Last night, Dave and I went to Crystal's "Keep it on the DL" scandalous party. I saw some of the good ol' K-Mart gang, and hung out with Janay, Amy, and Crystal. Dave and I left around 10:20 to go to Village Inn where we ate cheesecake ::drools::...with strawberries!! ::redrools::
So here I am, pleasantly bored while dreading work tomorrow. And now for a slightly more serious tone, it's one of my greatest fears that I'll end up in a dead-end job that I hate. The saving grace of McDonald's and K-Mart, and now the O'Club is that I don't have to stay there forever. They're temporary, which makes it tolerable to work there. But what if I get stuck at a job where I see no future? What if my grandiose SNL/screenwriter dreams never materialize and I become George Costanza?? I don't want to be 50 and regret that I didn't accomplish my goals after college. This is why I want the beautiful Fake New York to exist, one with few and petty worries, where everyone sits around and drinks coffee and talks all day, but still has money for swanky Greenwich Village apartments.
Ok, now back to dreading work...