Notes on my J-O-B:
- I have a 30 minute lunch break. Which makes me hate life. With traffic in Atlanta during lunch hours being just as bad as rush hours sometimes, you cannot get shit done. I just want to run to the bank and Taco Bell! Or have a chill lunch at Quizno’s… without getting indigestion from scarfing food way too fast. I mean, whatever though.
- I’m exhausted all the time. To my boyfriend: I get it, but I will never be ok with going to bed at 9pm. I refuse to sleep before 10pm or so. REFUSE. I am only 26 damnit.
- Living less than 10 minutes from my job is amazing. Most amazing thing ever ever. I leave at 8:20 and still get there 1 minute early sometimes. I will never suburb-commute. I would rather send my (future, hypothetical) kids to shitty city schools, they’ll be fine … a little diversity never hurt anyone.
- The older ladies I work with crack me up. They say, “I’m being such a ‘C’,” whenever they say things they shouldn’t. It’s pretty awesome.
