Why is it the T.V. shows that are really popular center around twenty-somethings figuring out life with the support of their super close friends who all congregate at the local coffee shop/bar and live across the hall? Do I need to live in a high rise and drink a lot to find my group? I've lived in Ormond Beach, Tallahassee, Atlanta, Gainesville, and SwitzerFrance--how am I supposed to accumulate a group of close-knit twenty-somethings when I am not in one place long enough to master the language?
So I'm now casting my own twenty-something sitcom, we'll call it "life" (small "L"). At any point you may be replaced by one of my awesome friends that live in Atlanta, Miami, or Daytona. Of course, we would have to end up living in the same high rise for that to happen--chances are slim.
To the great friends I have and miss so much, thank you!
Friday, April 15, 2011
Tuesday, April 12, 2011
Not so Settled.
I'm really an awful blogger. I was never very good at keeping a diary either so this shouldn't be that surprising. My camera is very old and the battery pops out, so I don't take a lot of pictures. Not to mention, we don't have a kid or a pet doing anything cute so there's not much to take a picture of. I guess I could take a picture of Ronny working on his thesis--because that's what I want to remember forever.
So yes, Ronny is working on his thesis and will defend on June 2nd. That means he's really graduating! It's finally arrived. So now what? Too soon to tell.
In the mean time, I am the shift supervisor at the restaurant job. It sounds fancy, but I'm not really convinced. At least I'm not just standing anymore.
I pretty much feel like my life is in shambles. What compounds this feeling is my upcoming high school reunion and the fact that I can't seem to get a real job to save my life. I'm convinced all the "new" jobs created are going to people that already had jobs. It's just a cycle of employing the already employed.
So yes, Ronny is working on his thesis and will defend on June 2nd. That means he's really graduating! It's finally arrived. So now what? Too soon to tell.
In the mean time, I am the shift supervisor at the restaurant job. It sounds fancy, but I'm not really convinced. At least I'm not just standing anymore.
I pretty much feel like my life is in shambles. What compounds this feeling is my upcoming high school reunion and the fact that I can't seem to get a real job to save my life. I'm convinced all the "new" jobs created are going to people that already had jobs. It's just a cycle of employing the already employed.
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