1. After three weeks at my New Job, I came to a realization about myself: Commutes make me grumpy. Particularly when they involve traffic and rude people. When I accepted this job, the 30-45 minute commute seemed easy, an opportunity, even. I imagined myself listening to books on CD and enjoying a a leisurely trip each way as I prepared for, and unwound from, the school day. It would be a glorious time to spend alone.
The reality of it is I usually spend that time completely frazzled, running late, and avoiding collisions with drivers who seem to forget that turn signals matter and tailgating is mean. And while my time is spent alone, but I'd much rather spend my time sewing for my Etsy shop, neatening up our apartment, or cooking something delicious.
Someday, I'd love to work from home and have a thirty-second commute. No more stressful drivers, no more near-accidents, and no more spending my precious time in a car. A girl can dream, right?
2. Birkenstock clogs, bright socks, and stretchy headbands are all the rage here. And, apparently, so are side ponytails. Guess that means no more side ponies for me.
3. The girls here are awesome. They are sweet and kind and friendly. They do not come any more perfect than this. They even laugh at my jokes sometimes. My coworkers are pretty fabulous as well. They are open-minded (huge for a private school!), hilarious, and unbelievably welcoming. Blah, blah, blah...happy, happy, happy.
4. But! Despite number 3, I am worried that I made a mistake in my Big Job Decisions. I had four job offers. It was a difficult, difficult decision to make. Inevitably, I wonder, "What if school X would have been better? What if I had worked at X? Would that job be more flexible? Would I be better off there?" I'm sort of a masochist, really, and I should probably just stop thinking sometimes.
5. I am quite jealous whenever I talk with seniors who are in the process of looking at and applying to colleges. College was so. much. fun. The freedom, the great classes, the flexible schedule, the awesome people, living on your own for the first time, and just so much growth and wonderfulness all packed into four years! Sigh. I get even more excited when I hear their considering my (amazing) alma mater. I could write a love letter to my college experience.
6. No one has mentioned my clear nose stud. Guess that means it's okay? Sweet.