No soup for me
I wish that it were tomorrow.
Today: a long day of work, a short evening of relaxation.
Tomorrow: a short morning of responsibility, a long evening of fun.
Which would you prefer?
Philadelphia has really been wearing me down lately. It may just be that winter is clinging on and thrashing about as hard as it can, but the 45 minute commute and the dumbfucks I seem to be surrounded by everywhere I go are getting to me. Now, now, don't take that as "oh this guy, look at him. elitist academic type, everyone is dumb;" no, no, I mean a lack of common sense. Sometimes I wish that I wrote down the sort of conversations that I overhear on a daily basis.
Last semester, I got lucky: I legitimately enjoyed both of my graduate classes. Oh sure, I did have some problems with the way one was setup; but I never dreaded going, and I liked the people I was in class with. This semester: I hate the way one class is setup, and I loathe the personalities of the people who are in it.
Friday is going to be atrocious. I'd much rather spend it with a new found companion or one of the friends I have around the department. But no, I have to spend it with people who make me physically tense. Maybe I can work out an escape plan. I've done it before when I didn't want to hang around my step family: a pre-arranged phone call after a short (but reasonably long enough to count towards "being there") time has passed, and I'm out. Or...I could just bail. A few seem reasonably cool, so maybe I'll just make conversation, enjoy some food, then be like "*ring ring* Hello? Cool, see ya in a few. Well fuck you guys. It's Friday, it's been a long week, I happen to need a drink, and I just got an offer to go grab one. So, bye." Appearance is everything; they won't hear the person on the other line. I could conceivably get my little brother in KY to call me if need be.
Seriously, I'm not saying you need to or should get smashed everytime you hold or attend a gathering, but they don't call it "social lubricant" for nothing. I can be downright sociable around people that would normally bother me after a beer or two.
Today: a long day of work, a short evening of relaxation.
Tomorrow: a short morning of responsibility, a long evening of fun.
Which would you prefer?
Philadelphia has really been wearing me down lately. It may just be that winter is clinging on and thrashing about as hard as it can, but the 45 minute commute and the dumbfucks I seem to be surrounded by everywhere I go are getting to me. Now, now, don't take that as "oh this guy, look at him. elitist academic type, everyone is dumb;" no, no, I mean a lack of common sense. Sometimes I wish that I wrote down the sort of conversations that I overhear on a daily basis.
Last semester, I got lucky: I legitimately enjoyed both of my graduate classes. Oh sure, I did have some problems with the way one was setup; but I never dreaded going, and I liked the people I was in class with. This semester: I hate the way one class is setup, and I loathe the personalities of the people who are in it.
Friday is going to be atrocious. I'd much rather spend it with a new found companion or one of the friends I have around the department. But no, I have to spend it with people who make me physically tense. Maybe I can work out an escape plan. I've done it before when I didn't want to hang around my step family: a pre-arranged phone call after a short (but reasonably long enough to count towards "being there") time has passed, and I'm out. Or...I could just bail. A few seem reasonably cool, so maybe I'll just make conversation, enjoy some food, then be like "*ring ring* Hello? Cool, see ya in a few. Well fuck you guys. It's Friday, it's been a long week, I happen to need a drink, and I just got an offer to go grab one. So, bye." Appearance is everything; they won't hear the person on the other line. I could conceivably get my little brother in KY to call me if need be.
Seriously, I'm not saying you need to or should get smashed everytime you hold or attend a gathering, but they don't call it "social lubricant" for nothing. I can be downright sociable around people that would normally bother me after a beer or two.