If I was someone who used four sqaure
My day would consist of lesbian bar USA.
And this is a fucking great day.
Oh. Also. I got fired today.
When you’re 22, the idea of going to law school and delaying adulthood for 3 years is brillant
I mean. You’re kind of entering adulthood with the whole path-to-the-“prestigious”-career things. But really, really, its 3 more years of binge drinking (although better timed) in nicer bars with nicer apartments while straddling the line between poverty and “omg look at all this money the government gave me!” Because you’re 22. and the fact that your $8 vodka tonic is accruing 8% interest from the second the government gave you this monopoly doesn’t cross your mind.
And so you live your life. Growing into an intellectual (or at least kinda). Learning about the law, your self, and how the real world functions. But you’re learning how the real world functions within the confines of a law school education.
And here’s something they don’t tell you in law school kids! (allow me to save you $100k): The real world functions in no way shape or form how law school paints it. The real world is the real world and law school is fantasy land.
So then. You graduate. You’ve got this fancy diploma. And you’re more educated than you or most anybody should be. And everyones so proud. But you’re not proud of yourself because, um, what exactly in the fuckity fuck did law school teach me?
How to effectively execute a work life balance? Not a fucking chance.
How to build meaningful relationships with people that aren’t based on “networking” (THIS IS THE WORST.WORST. WORD EVER)? Nope. just keep repeating networking to yourself till you believe its the panacea of the world.
How to effectively market you 100 thousand piece of paper into a lucrative career in the face of a profession which is actively losing thousands of jobs every year? HAHAHA you so funny.
Ok so here’s the point i was getting to:
I’m 25. I have no idea what sort of career i want, how to figure out what i want, and how to get there when i do.
Now, i realize this isn’t entirely law schools fault, but those 3 years in pretend land have pretty much left me back at the age of 22.
And so I have this boyfriend who is an actual real life adult, even if he refuses to admit it. And he wants to do adult things like plan vacations.
And I am a 25 year old trapped in a 22 year olds body making $10 an hour and I am freaking out because there is just really no way to effectively explain this to him without sounding like, well, a 25 year old trapped in a 22 year olds body.
He has a good job. he has 5 years of work history. he has a career.
I have an several official looking pieces of paper. zero work history. and what i’m willing to enter into the worst-job-in-job-history contest. (which isn’t even permanent, to add insult to injury)
And so when he wants to do things like plan a vacation. or anything more than say, oh, a week away, I start to have mini break downs. Because my life is not adjusted for these things yet. I am not equipped. Because vacations are not in the cards for kids making just above minimum wage with zero job security.
and i feel like dead weigh in the relationship because I am constantly in a state of limbo.
waiting for graduation. waiting for the bar. waiting for bar results. waiting for that first job. waiting for a decent job. waiting to figure myself out.
I live a life with zero stability, while attached to a man with total stability. And the mechanics of the whole thing just really makes my head hurt.
Reasons it’s good to have a boyfriend:
You know, besides the happiness and love and crap.
The power is out in my apartment is out till Monday and I have a place to live for the weekend that doesn’t involve attempts at mimicking the caveman experience.
I had to work a full day today
And my boss of course continued his trend of finding a new way to ruin my day, everyday.
And we Have now finished week number 2 of no cable or Internet in the new apartment.
But I’m reliving the budding romance of Ryan Atwood and Marisa cooper so imma call this day a wash.
She still spends her life in my bed staring at the door waiting for mama to come home. But now my bed is a bed instead of a couch and she can’t see the front door from it.
“ So you guys have fun today or what?
— Words to ensure everyone of you employees hates you on December 26 at 5pm.
Off to the suburbs for Christmas eve.
So obviously there’s a nalgene full of red wine in my overnight bag.
“ The best part of having a relationship is getting to call the person or lay down next to them and tell them all the crazy things that happened to you all day long, and in the end that’s what it’s about, kids. It’s not about the sex, it’s not about the money that they give you or whatever. It’s not about how good-looking they are, it’s about, can they listen to you talk for hours and hours and hours about stupid shit that doesn’t matter.
— Tegan Quin (via f0rallweknow)
(Source: katelizabeth)
“ We’ll tip you well
— Sure sign I’m about to receive a terrible tip.
“ (You know what’s bogus? There is so much discrimination towards people that don’t like sweets. Especially around the holidays. I can’t turn down a cookie without being questioned to the third degree and waterboarded for it. I thought this was Americuh!
— Mr. KB is having some major white people problems this holiday season.
