p.s- I'm moving here:
addicted.
It is 10:37 PM.
I just got home from work.
I arrived at my office at 8:00 this morning.
It seems like I have become consumed by my job. It's my life. All I think about is what I have to do next. Who I have to call. What meeting I have to be in. Who needs me.
Is this unhealthy? Am I addicted? Am I a workaholic?
I love my job. I love what I do. I love my office. I love polo Wednesdays. I love my nameplate. I love crossing things off my todo list. I love being busy. I love juggling love, work and school.
Someone please knock some sense into me.
I just got home from work.
I arrived at my office at 8:00 this morning.
It seems like I have become consumed by my job. It's my life. All I think about is what I have to do next. Who I have to call. What meeting I have to be in. Who needs me.
Is this unhealthy? Am I addicted? Am I a workaholic?
I love my job. I love what I do. I love my office. I love polo Wednesdays. I love my nameplate. I love crossing things off my todo list. I love being busy. I love juggling love, work and school.
Someone please knock some sense into me.
apple/lemon
apple:
My parents came for a couple hours.
I now have three couches, a washer, a dryer, and a table.
I had the apartment all to myself today.
lemon:
My key to the student center didn't work, so I couldn't get any work done today.
I lost my sunglasses.
apple/lemon: I met someone.
My parents came for a couple hours.
I now have three couches, a washer, a dryer, and a table.
I had the apartment all to myself today.
lemon:
My key to the student center didn't work, so I couldn't get any work done today.
I lost my sunglasses.
apple/lemon: I met someone.
láska
So I'm "seeing" this guy from Slovakia.
We've been "seeing" each other for a couple weeks now.
Before we got together, we had a long talk about dating in the United States and in Europe. Apparently, people do not go on dates in Europe. They just "hang out". Also, everyone kisses everyone. I know they kiss each other on the cheek when greeting each other, but I didn't know romantic kissing was so casual across the pond...
Since we've been dating, he's taken me on multiple dates. I've had to train him. The first date was kind of hilarious. He wasn't sure how to dress, so I picked out his outfit for him. Then he wasn't sure what to do or where to go, so I decided what we did and where we ate. He was very good at opening my doors and being a gentlemen though. That's always a good sign.
Dating a European is quite the adventure. He has a thick accent, and confuses words and idioms a lot. We're working on the "ch" and "sh" sounds right now. They say accents are sexy... I think they're pretty funny.
I guess we'll see where this one goes in a couple weeks.. it should be interesting.
Lubim Ta.
sell your seoul
I need to travel.
Not like a little roadtrip.
I mean really travel.
I am itching to explore. To get lost in a city somewhere. To try a foreign delicacy. Maybe Eat Pray Love style. I'm thinking about going to Korea. I've been obsessed since last year.
I'm going.
New favorite site.
utah
I recently took a trip with some close friends.
One of these friends is a guy who is outspoken and has an opinion about everything. He doesn't really care if anyone else is bothered by what he says, and he is willing to fabricate evidence in order to support his side of the argument. Most of us are used to this trait, since we've known him for 15+ years. We tend to ignore him and let him believe he's right. Sure, maybe we're enabling him. It's better than listening to him go on and on for hours about politics and pop culture.
We'll call him John.
We were all relaxing at the beach, lightly conversing about each other's lives and recent news. Then, we started talking about where everyone lived and what they were doing. When asked about my current location and status, I replied that I lived in Utah and that I loved it. That I loved everything about it.
Then, John stepped in.
He claimed he would never live in Utah. Oh, the horror.
"There are way too many 'Mormons' there!"
He said it was a vast wasteland.
That there was absolutely nothing to do, recreation-wise.
There are way too many republicans!
Everyone there is close-minded.
The list continued.
I felt myself getting angry.
I felt surprisingly... offended!
I never thought much about Utah.
I mean, I always say I love it here.
But I've never had to defend it before!
Should I have said something?
Yes.
Did I say anything?
No.
I didn't want to start an endless war between Utah and California.
When I crossed the Utah-Arizona border I found myself unbelievably happy to be home.
This is the place.
One of these friends is a guy who is outspoken and has an opinion about everything. He doesn't really care if anyone else is bothered by what he says, and he is willing to fabricate evidence in order to support his side of the argument. Most of us are used to this trait, since we've known him for 15+ years. We tend to ignore him and let him believe he's right. Sure, maybe we're enabling him. It's better than listening to him go on and on for hours about politics and pop culture.
We'll call him John.
We were all relaxing at the beach, lightly conversing about each other's lives and recent news. Then, we started talking about where everyone lived and what they were doing. When asked about my current location and status, I replied that I lived in Utah and that I loved it. That I loved everything about it.
Then, John stepped in.
He claimed he would never live in Utah. Oh, the horror.
"There are way too many 'Mormons' there!"
He said it was a vast wasteland.
That there was absolutely nothing to do, recreation-wise.
There are way too many republicans!
Everyone there is close-minded.
The list continued.
I felt myself getting angry.
I felt surprisingly... offended!
I never thought much about Utah.
I mean, I always say I love it here.
But I've never had to defend it before!
Should I have said something?
Yes.
Did I say anything?
No.
I didn't want to start an endless war between Utah and California.
When I crossed the Utah-Arizona border I found myself unbelievably happy to be home.
This is the place.
the five
This is what I dealt with today:
The Five. At rush hour.
I've driven this freeway many times during rush hour, but I forgot how completely and utterly frustrating it is. I really wanted to ram the car in front of me. I was cut off at least twelve times.
How do people deal with this everyday?
Everyone complains about Utah drivers. At least they use their turning signals most of the time.
I think traffic is one of those unsolvable problems. Like immigration or world peace.
Or maybe I just need to have more patience.
I've driven this freeway many times during rush hour, but I forgot how completely and utterly frustrating it is. I really wanted to ram the car in front of me. I was cut off at least twelve times.
How do people deal with this everyday?
Everyone complains about Utah drivers. At least they use their turning signals most of the time.
I think traffic is one of those unsolvable problems. Like immigration or world peace.
Or maybe I just need to have more patience.