Saturday, May 29, 2010


Last night was a fabulous bit of nostalgia. As I made my way from Pittsburgh to Baltimore, I blew a tire. Cue montage of me sitting on the side of the road in the dark, riding in a tow truck with racist tow truck people, them sipping beer while changing my tire, and me crawling home going 55 mph with my flashers on. Through it all, I kept thinking of the last time I had a flat tire. I was roadrunning. Remember roadrunning? I know I do.

Now that I'm heading into my first real summer after college, I'm feeling a little... what's the word? Restless. Anxious. Wanderlusty. Sick of being in an office. Trapped. Tied down. Etc. I have never had a job before that had no foreseeable end. How do people do this? You're just supposed to stay at the same job for an extended amount of time? I'm just supposed to sit at a desk every day? And contribute meaningfully to the company? And not spend the next three months going to bars and whining that I'm bored?

Being a grown up sucks.

Ideal job right now? Independent college counselor. I would have an excuse to travel all over the place and look at schools and travel and be on college campuses and travel. But just in case, save the desk job for me. I'm sure I'll want it back in a few months.

1 comment:

  1. Your instincts are right. You are young and this is the time to be footloose. I did when i was young and I am so glad.