Even If You Still Love Him
This whole blog is about finding happiness – not just in work and school, but in all areas of life. Unfortunately sometimes that means sacrificing things in order to be the best for your future self. Our relationship was rocky for 3 months and I could hardly see how bad it had gotten. The stress of trying to make things work out weighed on me and skewed my perception of time – always the main sign that I’m in way over my head. When texting a close friend for advice, I asked “remember that fight Nick and I had last week?” His response was, “which one?” I hadn’t realized that in a single week, Nick and I had fought nearly every day.
I found a second job within two weeks of dropping most of my college classes. It’s a solid part-time job; a three month contract with possibility of extension if this works out for everyone. Most people I know who are looking for jobs are still looking for jobs – and it’s been months for them. There’s various reasons for this. Their circumstances were different and I had something that gave me a bit of a head start. But what exactly made me different?
It’s been a rough week and change settling into the new groove of things. Here’s a little updated on what’s happening:
- I’m dropping all but one of my classes. Trig, accounting, and macroeconomics are all going bye-bye!
- It turns out I can’t up my hours at my current job so….
- I’m back in the job market! I’m trying to figure out what exactly I want to do so I’m looking at little bit of everything: hospitality management (aka hotels), legal secretary, general administrative work.
- This is partly because I need something to fill up my time – and maybe improve my QoL (that’s Quality of Life for ya) – and partly because I have some new bills to pay.
- I’m buying my car off of my parents finally. She’ll be all mine at last! Expensive oil changes and all. And the insurance payments. Oh boy. Also I may be taking on my own phone bills.
After high school ended, I did the one thing every teenager wants to do. I ran away from my problems -in this case, the fear of starting college. I packed up my bags and fled the country to become an over-worked and under-paid au pair in Germany. Basically, I was a live-in nanny for two sweet but bratty children under the age of 10. Once my year-long contract was up, I headed back to the good old sunshine-y beaches of southern California, ready to face college at last!
Or so I thought.