Wiped Out

This week is showing me who’s boss, and I’ll tell you, the boss is not me. I am sitting at work, thinking about the days to come in my head, and trying to plan a dinner where I can use many of the ingredients that are sitting in my fridge, just waiting to be made into something delicious.

Tonight? Nope, girls’ night.

Tomorrow? Nope, gotta use the Groupon that’s about to expire.

Saturday? Nope, we’ll be rushing to a hockey game from our all-afternoon church activity, so that will probably mean hotdogs and beers.

Sunday? …Maybe? But I have a recording session all afternoon and I’m at this point just expecting to grab food with the guys at the studio and call it a night.

It’s not that I’m complaining about all the beautiful events that are taking place this week. It’s just that I feel like I need a few days to rest in between. You know? So I don’t contract all the diseases the college kids at my job are inevitably trying to give me.

So, I’m wiped. But at least work isn’t crazy. What’s got you wiped out today?

last day!

Well, today is my last day at my orchestra box office job. I start a new job on Monday, making more money, working more stable hours, and sitting in a cube. Although I am overjoyed to be moving on from this job, there are some things I will miss:

  1. Walking to work.
  2. Spending my days in downtown Rochester.
  3. Having a window to look out all day long.
  4. Wearing basically whatever I want to work.
  5. Working around the corner from my favorite coffee shop, where I have made friends with several baristas.

There are many, many things I will not miss though. Just a few of those are:

  1. All the smells people come in with (cigarette smoke, perfume, BO, bad breath).
  2. Over-privileged people with too much time and money on their hands who think they can treat me as a sub-human.
  3. People who want better tickets than they paid for and feel entitled to yell at me because of this.
  4. Elderlies who are afraid to drive in the snow and that being my fault.
  5. People who don’t want to sit near handicapped people (really happened).
  6. Working in a department that overall gets paid far too little to do far too much.

I am really thankful to be moving on. And you know, terrified. But mostly thankful.