Yesterday, after the whole laying off business, was probably the longest day of my life. It was the first day I didn’t have a plan or at least an idea of what I was going to do. And no one to do anything with.
Life is so weird being unemployed.
I understand why I was laid off. I understand that without events going on we are bringing in no money. But why do I still have this bitter taste in my mouth?
There is SOOOOOO much to experience that the normal work life we’ve all come to know and hate don’t allow for – at least not in the U.S.
I’m growing into the person that my parents say I’m meant to be. I’m having my very own renaissance.
My mom brought me on awesome hikes growing up and my dad took me to the FDR Park to go on runs but they couldn’t give me that local state of mind, those areas that are overrun with teenagers escaping their parents grasp and drinking shitty beer. I never did that.
How can we be committed to our work if it is the sole reason we’re not out at the beach playing volleyball?
I can’t tell if I feel so weird from my age, 24, an age where I feel like I should start feeling like an adult and understand what a 401K is, or the fact that the world is kinda in shambles.
Growing up it never seemed like anything was wrong, I’d go to the dentist every six months and get told my teeth look great but I should start flossing. I’d go to the doctor every year and get told my blood pressure is great, I’m still short, and nothing has changed!
I’m going to file this under the ‘weird adult facts I’ve come across’ in my brain that I will maybe, one day, remember.
I have so many ideas to write about -a notebook full and a complimentary note on my phone! But when I get to my laptop and finally sit down to write I seem to have two struggles.
So the only way to remedy this sad feeling inside of me was to obviously blast the Pop Punk’s Not Dead playlist on Spotify, plan my future line up, and reminisce on some of my favorite concerts, which I decided to share with all of you.
With a lack of people in the office (none now due to Florida kinda dying), the excitement of weekend plans, and the thought of sleeping in until after the sun rises.
When I moved to Florida, it was the first time in my life I didn’t have a group of girls awaiting my arrival. I struggled to step out of my shell. Without any friends it was hard to force my anxiety ridden self to go out and do things alone so I could meet other people.
I’ve been using my phone as a clutch, I go on it when something doesn’t instantly grab my attention, even if it does but if my attention fades, good ole’ faithful phone it is!
You ever notice that everyone in a long term relationship makes it seem like they are a burden to their significant other, and that’s just how it should be. But why? It’s become a game of who has the most overbearing spouse and who is the most annoying to their spouse.
I have spent my morning, walking the dog, cleaning up dog throw up, comforting the throwing up dog, attempting to soothe the sick dog to sleep, reprimanding a bunny for torturing the dog in her sick state, cleaning a bunny litter box, feeding two rambunctious bunnies, yelling at the bunnies for throwing their food, and absolutely no sleep for me. All before the sun even comes up.
And I’ll admit, I’m not as educated as I want to be on the topic, I don’t always know the right thing to say, but I will say that I am willing to learn more and understand. I know I’ll never understand what others feel on a daily basis throughout their entire lives but I am here for you.
It’s hard as an adult to work all week long and then get to the weekend and not want to cram in seeing friends, going hiking, and hitting the beach. But it’s also hard to survive an entire week after cramming it all in.
When I was in college, my dad was a guest lecturer – yes, I was that kid – and one of the things he told my class stuck with me all of these years, ‘I learned more in my first 6 months of work than I learned in four years of school.’
What if my niche is just being Rachie?
How do people just become adults and act like this is totally normal. This is so WEIRD! How do you expect me to spend four years partying, drinking, flirting, taking tests while drunk, and just being reckless in general ALL ON MY DADS DIME and then it’s like ‘oh hey go work for eight hours a day and use ALL of your money to survive off shitty store brand bread.’ This is literally the epitome of adulthood.
It was late at night and everyone knows that any idea past midnight hastily comes into fruition.
What better time to look back on the year than the unofficial start of the summer, the first long weekend of the pandemic, the phase one of opening back up.
Never push off work, whether it is to other people or to your future self.
This is why I’m here to say, YOU WILL NOT REMEMBER YOUR GROUNDBREAKING IDEA! No matter how locked in you think you are, you are not.
Getting to roll out of bed and start working has its perks but it turned into a struggle to separate my work and home life. While working in the office the second I leave and walk through my door to a kiss from my boyfriend that means I am home, no more work. That’s my time to myself. When we first started this WFH life I didn’t have that physical line that divided my life and it made it hard to say no to work.
I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, nostalgia’s a killer.
Ever since I’ve been letting myself become more creative in my role, I’ve had more making my plans and it has ultimately made my job easier. It’s hard work to do something your heart isn’t in; it’s even harder to put you heart into something when you’ve caged your process.
In my time hanging out with my family, I forgot how important it is to have alone time, too. To let my thoughts go wild. To create something. To learn something. And just rejuvenate so I don’t implode.
Isn’t it funny how the should be easiest questions are always the hardest?
I think we all need to embrace the coming changes. If we don’t embrace it, we’re just going to live in constant fear of what comes next, and that is no way to live.
So while WFH will still be trending in the coming months, have we proved yet that WFH can just become work? In reality, has anyone’s productivity gone down? How many have gone up?
Yesterday, my college athletics department posted on Facebook about their #breakthestigma campaign. This is their non-sincere way of showing prospective athletes parents that they care about their athletes mental health. Well they don’t.
So I’m letting my creativity roam now with this blog. I’m not going to limit myself, I’m just going to let myself write and see what happens. Sometimes when we let ourselves roam aimlessly we end up right where we are supposed to be.
Whether you’re getting off to a quick start by quarantining together early on, in that middle stage where no one knows if you’re living together or not (ME), or already took the plunge and are living together, quarantine changes things. Doesn’t necessarily mean changing for the worst but things CHANGE, especially when they are the only person you have physically interacted with without a pane of glass between you two, in the past month.
But I swear, I’m not breaking up with you! And to be completely honest, I’ve never even initiated a break up with that line BUT this dude sophomore year of college totally broke up with me that way. IT’s cool, it’s cool, I’m over it. (insert eye roll).
It’s me! I know I’ve been gone for quite sometime and I’m so sorry about that. Yes, of course we can catch up later over a glass of wine or whatever your choice of drink is during these times.
Everybody can choose how they want to live their lives. No one is wrong. Unless you’re hurting someone then you are 100% wrong. Let’s not hurt anyone, okay people? But also don’t shame others for how they spend their money, use their vacation days, and pace they move with their partner.
But second off, seriously how do people just meet people!? Apparently it is no longer acceptable to date the guy you hooked up with behind the bar because that’s trashy????? What!? I used to meet people by running around half naked and 100% drunk in the dorm when I should have been studying for my finals but apparently dating people from the bar is trashy! But honestly, how else are people supposed to meet, it’s not like we trying to bang the whole office here people!
Dealing with my first big girl job out of college this is something very new to me and something I’m still trying to figure it out. This wasn’t a course we took in college like Accounting 101. No, because you learn how to do your job (somewhat) in college not how to act even though learning how to act and behave around others you quickly learn is a big factor in your success at the company. I have noticed that sometimes who you’re friends with and how you act can outweigh others performance in the job. And we all know we’re just fighting for the top spot. **insert shoulder shrug emoji**
Our entire lives we’re taught to focus on our future. Don’t do this because it’ll mess with your future. Don’t do that either. Stay on the straight and narrow. Work hard and it’ll pay off later. The same thing said to everyone that even thinks about doing something for themself. But why? Why are we so primed to just focus on our futures and told we’re hippies if we’re ‘living in the moment.’
Picture this; me sitting there in athletic shorts and an old, oversized university sweatshirt, giggling about how I can’t blow out the trick candles. Me! The most conceited, egotistical, attention loving person. But this is all I wanted for my 23rd birthday. Just a day of laziness and happiness and that is what I got.
I read an article that said the job requirements were introduced during the recession when employers had to weed out most candidates because of the surplus of applicants. The article said companies are now choosing to throw out their requirements due to low unemployment numbers. Well come on Tampa Bay! Throw away those job requirements for entry level jobs!
Clichés are clichés for a reason. College truly was the greatest four years of my life. The random Wednesday night dorm parties, dancing the night away on Fridays, piecing it all back together at the winery the next day, and the late night study sessions that turned into Chinese takeout parties in the library. College was the best of times… but it was also the worst of times.
That’s what my professor would always tell us in class about jobs. We’re young and in our twenties and no one stays in one job or career field forever anymore anyway. We can always start over.
Currently I am sitting by the pool of my parents vacation house writing my first blog post with only $11.57 in my checking account. Why did I find the need to say this? Because I feel as if there are a lot of us twenty-something year olds in this position of transferring over from living the good life of college with our parents money to back us to graduating, getting a shitty job, and not know what to do.
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