Couldn’t agree more on clocking out. My job requires me to often attend social functions I wouldn’t attend otherwise. Most of them are fun, and I usually get free food and free booze with other gregarious people, but I still get very irritated if I have to spend too much time at one of them. It’s still work. Oh and I’m never giving up coffee. How else am I supposed to get up in the morning?
I give credit to anybody, regardless of age, who rallies after tossing their cookies. We only get so much lightning in the bottle-folding up the tent and going home is a waste of an evening. Never. Stop. The Party.
That part really killed me. I’m young enough to where I could pass as a college student if I wanted to, but I simply no longer belong. At 25 I am old enough to be called ‘an old guy’ by obnoxious 19 and 20 year olds. Just yesterday I was that obnoxious underclassman. There’s nothing I’d love more to go back to those days, but I can’t.
Wow, MI. This struck a chord deep inside my soul. I graduated 3 years ago come May, and that perfect, booze-soaked world seems ever farther away with every passing day. I had a couple drinks with one of my best college friends a few weeks ago. She still lives in our college town, as she wanted to prolong the college experience. We talked about how we only know 1-2 people still attending our alma mater, and we came to the realization that what we really miss is the people. I miss my friends-I miss drinking with them on the roof in the middle of the day. I miss studying late at the library with them while we bitched about our pompous TA. I miss stupid philosophical conversations back when we thought we had all the answers. I feel like a stranger when I stroll through my alma mater. We hang on to that perfect world as long as possible, but the time always comes to say goodbye.
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My two most vital lifestyle choices have now been validated. What a great morning.
In a similar vein, I spent all my mileage reimbursement money a month before receiving it. Praying I also get a decent tax return…
Couldn’t agree more on clocking out. My job requires me to often attend social functions I wouldn’t attend otherwise. Most of them are fun, and I usually get free food and free booze with other gregarious people, but I still get very irritated if I have to spend too much time at one of them. It’s still work. Oh and I’m never giving up coffee. How else am I supposed to get up in the morning?
I am too. The crazier the eyes the more attracted I am. It’s a sickness, but I love it.
Embrace it.
We’re all in this together, man. Keep pushin’ on.
Amen. We owe it to those that came before us to not pack it in. This is the business we’ve chosen.
Good luck. May the cab sauv be with you.
I give credit to anybody, regardless of age, who rallies after tossing their cookies. We only get so much lightning in the bottle-folding up the tent and going home is a waste of an evening. Never. Stop. The Party.
Speaking as somebody who took a sick day on the Tuesday after NYE weekend-everybody knew you weren’t actually sick.
Ain’t that the truth. I keep some Natty Light in my fridge at all times to bring back that feeling of perpetual freedom.
I’m so proud. Great job, squad.
WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU, GUY?
In addition to looking up job listings I also looked up some grad school programs this morning. The struggle is so very real.
I don’t get it off either, Schmosby. I didn’t get Friday off either. My postgrad ambivalence game is so strong.
That part really killed me. I’m young enough to where I could pass as a college student if I wanted to, but I simply no longer belong. At 25 I am old enough to be called ‘an old guy’ by obnoxious 19 and 20 year olds. Just yesterday I was that obnoxious underclassman. There’s nothing I’d love more to go back to those days, but I can’t.
Wow, MI. This struck a chord deep inside my soul. I graduated 3 years ago come May, and that perfect, booze-soaked world seems ever farther away with every passing day. I had a couple drinks with one of my best college friends a few weeks ago. She still lives in our college town, as she wanted to prolong the college experience. We talked about how we only know 1-2 people still attending our alma mater, and we came to the realization that what we really miss is the people. I miss my friends-I miss drinking with them on the roof in the middle of the day. I miss studying late at the library with them while we bitched about our pompous TA. I miss stupid philosophical conversations back when we thought we had all the answers. I feel like a stranger when I stroll through my alma mater. We hang on to that perfect world as long as possible, but the time always comes to say goodbye.
Lived in DC when season 2 dropped. Made the show 10x better than it already was.
These are almost exclusively awful. Get off my metaphorical lawn, you filthy kids.
You will drink. You will eat. You will gamble. Those will be all your activities.