Since the colleges are open and your not-so-humble daily email host has to up and down from home to college…
I’m becoming more and more certain that I don’t want to live a life like this.
Now, before you think I’m about to start playing my broken record of 9-5 job rants. Here’s my case:
- The day ends faster than I realize.
- All my energy is sucked out by the blackhole of autos, buses, and metros.
- Not reading enough.
- Not writing enough.
- None earnings.
- Have to tolerate the mindless socio-politics of the class—groups and other BS (though it certainly makes for some good drama)
- Everybody’s interested in finding their next romantic adventure like their “love” hormones will expire by this Sunday.
- Just not my thing.
And these are the exact reasons why I chose writing as my partner in survival. So, I can do my work in peace, with no needless traveling; Have little to no contact with people I don’t want to deal with. (more on this later)
On that note, my unsolicited advice for you:
Chose a career that trims BS from your life and not adds.