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While I was in school, I daydreamed of the future – of days filled with my own apartment, my gorgeous boyfriend and my dream job. None of that has happened yet. In fact, a lot of things are remarkably similar to how they were three years ago. Funny how life didn’t change overnight – the night I got my diploma, of course.
- I have my own apartment, but like the one in college, there is no furniture. I have a dining room table, a king size bed and a record player. I’ve lived here for four months. At least my bed got bigger?
- I spend free time at work taking selfies, because if I’m having a good hair day, the world should know.
- Like I once did during my internship days, I daydream of working a job where I use my degree occasionally.
- I still drink four nights a week. Now it’s just by myself more often. I guess it was actually like that in college, too. Never mind.
- I’m still waiting for the guys I date to grow up. At least they’ll happily pay for things now.
- Am I ever going to get a paycheck that supports the lifestyle I think I should have? There is no way to find a smart, successful, 6’2″ tall, dark and handsome if I can’t hang out where he does.
- I skim work assignments just like I did reading assignments. Poets of the 15th century weren’t always interesting and sometimes neither is work.
- I look for any and all office errands that I can use as an excuse to leave. The entire office needs Starbucks? I’ll get it! It’s Friday so we need donuts? I know a great place. Just let me leave, please.
- I do love my job, but like I did at my internships, I’m constantly wondering if it’s actually a path that’s going to lead somewhere I’d like my life to go.
- I wonder when people at work will start respecting me as someone who occasionally knows what they’re doing. I look 12 and I get that I don’t have much experience yet, and am actually not deserving of earned respect. I just wonder when that day will be.
- My parents still pay for my car insurance and cell phone. If they haven’t brought it up yet, why would I?
- I still spend way too much money on spur of the moment road trips that I can’t afford. Where do you think my cell phone savings go? That’s gas money. It’s the drinking money I can’t afford. At least now I don’t decide to drive home at 5 a.m. because I couldn’t afford a hotel room.
- Hot pockets, black beans and rice and tacos are perfectly acceptable meals. I still daydream of someday looking like Keira Knightley while said items continue to be staples in my diet.
- Cooking for one is still not worth the time. Chipotle it is.
- I’m still dating an imaginary boyfriend.
- Having quarters for the laundry facility at my apartment complex seems like a waste of $10, so I take my laundry home, and conveniently find plans with high school friends while I’m there so my mom will fold it while I’m out. At least I put it in the washing machine myself?
- Drinking in front of my parents is still weird.
- Laundry is too expensive, but late night Whataburger is always necessary.
- The same 10 pounds I’ve been trying to lose for years are still there…just waiting around. Thanks, Whataburger.
- I look at job postings for my dream jobs and calculate how many years of experience I still need to even apply. Then I daydream of a life where I won’t want to leave for Starbucks runs.
What if your imaginary boyfriend was sexually ambiguous? #PGP
There is no way to find a smart, successful, 6’2″ tall, dark and handsome if I can’t hang out where he does.
I don’t know where you are, but I’m in my office — yeah, my own, with a door — is it a date?
Do less.
Sorry, I can’t hear you from the bitter barn over Will Smith’s Greatest Hits while throwing down on my mini basketball hoop.
Game. Set. Match.