… I wonder how bad that tastes?
Well, All American Rejects, it tastes pretty fucking awful. In my first blog way back in December, I said that I wanted a 9-5 desk job one day. Nine short months later and I now have that exact thing and I am miserable. Don’t get me wrong, I love having weekends and evenings off so I can finally have a social life, but it is so BoRiNg. Starbucks, work, gym, sleep, and repeat. And repeat. And repeat. And repeat. I feel like that episode of Spongebob where they show that middle-aged fish working, sitting in traffic, then staring out his window over and over.
I know that I can’t just skip ahead to the part of life when I have my dream job, but the road to get there is super unpleasant. Especially because I don’t even know what my dream job is. I spent 4 years in college with 4 different majors and I still have no fucking clue what I want to do with my life. All I know is I don’t want to sit at a desk in solitude for 40 hours a week. I need way more social interaction than that or I’ll go crazy. I started going to the gym just to be around other people. The damn GYM! I hate working out but I need to spend time around other humans.
I think a big part of why I hate it so much is that I moved back in with my parents. Now I’m an hour away from the few friends I had left and live in the smallest town to ever exist. I think I would like the job more if I was still living on my own in Lancaster and was close to my friends and in a fun environment.
Also the pay is absolute shit. So I guess it’s a good thing I moved back in with my parents because there’s no way I could afford my old rent. I’m just going to keep my head down and get my work done while I use my ample free time to apply for jobs back in Lancaster so I can move back there. (don’t tell my mom, she loves that I’m home)
This is a super lame post but I don’t think I’m ever actually going to show this to anyone so idc, I needed to get this off my chest lol.
peace and blessins, bitches
Emily Wessel 