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.
Tag Archives: adulting
The Shorter the Week the Longer the Week
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.
Making Friends is HARD
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.
Life is EXHAUSTING
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.
My Family Makes Me Drink
There’s just something about families that makes you have that inner need for a drink.
The New School
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.’
The No Niche, Niche
What if my niche is just being Rachie?
I’m an Adult?
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.
Procrastination and manipulation is sooooo high school
Never push off work, whether it is to other people or to your future self.
Leave When It’s Time
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.
