Let me catch you up on my life.
I got a job. Yep, a real life big girl job.
I've spared yall the details here on the ole blog, mostly because not having a job was really affecting me and I didn't need to bring those kind of sad feelings around here. Also because it is my belief that certain things should be kept private.
Anywho. After graduating in May and searching high and low for a job for 2 months, I was starting to feel just flat out sucky. I went on countless interviews and sent my resume out at least 100 times. I really got to a point of desperation. I just didn't understand why I wasn't good enough for these people. I graduated from a great university with one of the best programs in the country. I had plenty of internship experience and I could rock an interview. But no fish were biting. It also didn't help that all of my friends were in Europe/back in their home towns and all I had was Graham. Every. Day.
Don't get me wrong, I could spend every second with Graham and not get tired of him, but I needed some friends and all of mine were gone. I couldn't help but throw a raging pity party on the reg. Poor Graham. I cried more than necessary. I would patiently wait all day for him to get off work and hang out with me. Hell, some days I would drive 20 minutes to pick up his dog just so I could have some company. It blew.
But then one day, I got a call from someone I interviewed with in May. They wanted me. And they wanted me to start a week from that day. That was on a Wednesday. I was moving out of my apartment that Friday/Saturday and my mom was coming into town Monday and Tuesday.
Talk about timing. Murphy's law right? Anything that can happen will happen. And guess what? Everything under the sun happened in that dang week.
I've now been at my job for 2 weeks today and I like it. Having a job is weird. In college, I could pretty much do whatever the hell I wanted, whenever the hell I wanted. If I wanted to go to the grocery store at 2pm, I could. No issue. If I wanted to go out on a Tuesday and stay out till 2am, I could. I worked 4 hour shifts at my internship and was only in class 1.5 hours a few times a day. And for my last half of college, I had nothing on Fridays. Life was easy peasy.
Life with a job is hard. It is incredibly rewarding seeing the work I'm doing, making a business successful. It's pretty awesome. My internship work was busy work. I've learned more these past 2 weeks than I have in the past year. I'm making work friends and finally finishing up training. And the paycheck I got today ain't half bad. It makes sitting at a desk all day so much better.
It's also funny how sitting at a desk all day can make you SO TIRED. Like how? I don't exert any actual physical activity. I don't really think that hard. Come 6pm I am exhausted.
Which brings me to my next point. How do people actually have time to do stuff after work? By the time I get off work, sit in traffic for 30-40 minutes, get home, and eat dinner it's already like 7:30. How do people workout and go to dinners and get chores done on weeknights? It's been interesting learning how to balance my time--i.e., between myself, my boyfriend, my friends, chores, and errands.
So my nights have consisted of making my apartment a home and helping Graham make his apartment a home. We both moved on the same weekend and lost a lot of furniture in the process. G's roommate took a lot of theirs and I sold a lot of mine on Craigslist. I'm a big girl now, ain't nobody got time for IKEA stuff! Jk I still do. Because grown up stuff like fancy furniture and washers and dryers are expensive. I had no idea.
But ya know what? Life's been good to me. I'm in a really good place now, besides not having any free time haha. I'm really happy.
More to come later this week :)