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Here's what's up:
I am quitting my job, or so this is the most serious I have ever been about it. I got massively dicked over on Friday.
There was a giant rainbow today over the river, over the convention center. I haven't seen a rainbow in forever.
I do not wish to eff stuff up with crush man. He is awesome and I need to stop my trend of effing up things with good men.
Today was full of interesting phone conversations-- a terrible one with my parents culminating in their apparent extreme focus on money followed by an inspiring one with a random woman in a field I am interested in.
Gosh, this work/life balance and all things work related has been the largest struggle in my life for the past year and a half (perhaps in a weird way larger than the Chris thing, although I'm sure that had a profound affect on this) and I am so ready for it to end. And guess what? I have control over this. I went running on Friday at work-- it was 68 or so and not a cloud in the sky. I listened to Temper Trap on repeat for almost all of the 3 miles and thought; thought about how excited I was that this summer position that I had been looking into posted, and how my freedom was potentially coming soon. It's ridiculous I still think like this, saying things like "my freedom". Even though I make work out to be prison, I CAN leave it. What really worries me? Is it also the money? What does money even mean to me anyways? I feel very imprisoned by it...
I need to say FUCK IT and get a tattoo.
I am quitting my job, or so this is the most serious I have ever been about it. I got massively dicked over on Friday.
There was a giant rainbow today over the river, over the convention center. I haven't seen a rainbow in forever.
I do not wish to eff stuff up with crush man. He is awesome and I need to stop my trend of effing up things with good men.
Today was full of interesting phone conversations-- a terrible one with my parents culminating in their apparent extreme focus on money followed by an inspiring one with a random woman in a field I am interested in.
Gosh, this work/life balance and all things work related has been the largest struggle in my life for the past year and a half (perhaps in a weird way larger than the Chris thing, although I'm sure that had a profound affect on this) and I am so ready for it to end. And guess what? I have control over this. I went running on Friday at work-- it was 68 or so and not a cloud in the sky. I listened to Temper Trap on repeat for almost all of the 3 miles and thought; thought about how excited I was that this summer position that I had been looking into posted, and how my freedom was potentially coming soon. It's ridiculous I still think like this, saying things like "my freedom". Even though I make work out to be prison, I CAN leave it. What really worries me? Is it also the money? What does money even mean to me anyways? I feel very imprisoned by it...
I need to say FUCK IT and get a tattoo.