Candy corn and spiked apple cider (Feb. 12, 2012)
Tediously trucking my ol' achin' feet through ten, twelve hours days at two different part-time jobs, I went into auto-drive. I didn't complain, but I also didn't really live this past week...or at least live meaningfully. There were, of course (or rather, thank God!), moments of beauty that I can recall (the daily morning cup of lavender earl gray tea with milk and honey, riding my bike through rain puddles, the savory deliciousness of Mike's famous sauteed rosemary pasta done to perfection), but, truth be told, I struggled to wrap my mind around anything once I was outside of work.
I tried to read one of the library books I selected...I couldn't get through a paragraph. I tried to run. No way. Go to Yoga. No. Call a friend. Couldn't deal with talking about stuff cause stuff was work and work was, well, generally uninspiring.
The dullness of too many hours in too uninspiring of settings tends extends to my off time. I lose Molly-toodling capabilities.
Post college work is to make money and tided you over for awhile. Its brief and, at least for me, it is disregarded when something more thought provoking and ground shaking appears.
That said, I do love my job at the MIA. Its casual, its artsy, and practical. It's a great job to do while in grad school too, so hopefully, I'll just keep working for a while.
But! Back to complaining about my achin' feet! Well, my aching came to a standstill last night when I attended a surprise party for one of my close college friends. The folks were a cheerful bunch- some old time friends, some new- and the house smelled of spiked apple cider, smoky chili, and apple pie. Callie, my friend, bore a stunned tremendous smile when we jumped out of different doorways and curtains! We had a fire in the backyard, laughed at each other's witticisms, and ate as much cheesecake and candy corn as we could stomach. I lingered at Callie's for as long as I could...all the while, realizing the approach of my 6 am work shift.
Still! The clear fall night was nevertheless so refreshing. In the midst of all my work, I had forgotten how much I appreciate my friends. I am so lucky to know such beautiful people.
I tried to read one of the library books I selected...I couldn't get through a paragraph. I tried to run. No way. Go to Yoga. No. Call a friend. Couldn't deal with talking about stuff cause stuff was work and work was, well, generally uninspiring.
The dullness of too many hours in too uninspiring of settings tends extends to my off time. I lose Molly-toodling capabilities.
Post college work is to make money and tided you over for awhile. Its brief and, at least for me, it is disregarded when something more thought provoking and ground shaking appears.
That said, I do love my job at the MIA. Its casual, its artsy, and practical. It's a great job to do while in grad school too, so hopefully, I'll just keep working for a while.
But! Back to complaining about my achin' feet! Well, my aching came to a standstill last night when I attended a surprise party for one of my close college friends. The folks were a cheerful bunch- some old time friends, some new- and the house smelled of spiked apple cider, smoky chili, and apple pie. Callie, my friend, bore a stunned tremendous smile when we jumped out of different doorways and curtains! We had a fire in the backyard, laughed at each other's witticisms, and ate as much cheesecake and candy corn as we could stomach. I lingered at Callie's for as long as I could...all the while, realizing the approach of my 6 am work shift.
Still! The clear fall night was nevertheless so refreshing. In the midst of all my work, I had forgotten how much I appreciate my friends. I am so lucky to know such beautiful people.
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