Sunday, December 6

I'm packing my bags. Yesterday.

The gf and I have decided that San Francisco is the place to be for Spring Break...

Well it was mostly my tell/asking if she'd like to go. Because I'm going. Period.

I have this weird impulse that doesn't let me stay in one place for too long. I'm really trying to make it work here until I graduate (I really can't afford to keep transferring) so impromptu vacations are key... The only drawback is: I'm not bringing home the bacon the way I used to.. Which means I have to plan in advance for things like a grown-up... Which means I have to pretend to be grown up for once, tuck my bottom lip in, and break out the budget book.

I also have to break out the resumes and get a grown-up job again. It's cool to be in a college town and take on college student-like work... But in the end, I'm high maintenance. And I can't stomach less than forty hours a week-- I just don't understand how it works. I also don't really understand the whole clocking in and out system, so there have been plenty of times where Amy has had to go back and edit things.

I ramble.

But seriously, I'm hitting the town as soon as this next week is over; I'm working literally ALL day everyday with absolutely nothing to show for it besides bad knees and a new hatred for all things retail. I'm also hitting up the spa, getting a facial consultation and a really, really well-deserved massage and shooting the receptionist in the finger so that I can take their job.


Some things I miss:

Having the money to say "Mommy, please pick me up in about a week. I'm going on vaca"
Doing absolutely nothing at my job and making bank
Listening to Mike punish his clients
Having lunch with Sam-e-Poo and talking about her latest boyfriend adventures

I miss DC. I miss the feeling of having history and future all around me at the same time. I miss walking down the streets and knowing that every inch of it belongs to me and everyone around me. I miss randomly walking into awkward situations, like being a city tour guide for Pakistani hotel guests who just want to have a good time.

I miss it. All of it.  And this place is absolutely nothing like it.

So if I'm going to survive here, I think I'm gonna have to get away sometimes.

But I'll always be back, because despite my complaints, there are some things that happen here. And they're pretty rad.

2 comments:

  1. I worked retail for 3 months and then had to quit because if I didn't most of the people I worked with would now be dead...choked to death with cheap scarfs and college sweatshirts.

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  2. haha I think I'm just not going to last that long.

    Retail is definitely not for people who value their life

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