It is only 7:20 am and I feel like if I fell asleep right now I could probably sleep for 8 hours, wake up, and still be able to sleep well tonight. That is how tired I feel right now.
Why is it that waking up even an hour earlier than usual can make the day seem infinitely longer?
This past weekend I was in the Bay Area and I was passed around like a hot potato. No, that’s not true. I actually passed myself around like [insert whatever sorority joke you’d like to here]. So many people weren’t in town when Wes and I were up there two weeks ago so I tried to fit in as much as possible in the four days, which included some time at my last company. The breakfast on Monday morning was just what I remembered it to be and I miss it so much, and I’d add pictures but my computer is being a bitch right now and refusing to. So just take my word on how yummy the fresh fruit, waffles and quiches were.
What I also realized being back there is that the grass is always greener. Or, at least, it seems that way. (Not much of a) Confession: I have been idealizing my last job because my current one is so different from it in so many ways. The truth is, things weren’t always great there and I was just as unhappy in my duties as I am here. The thing that made that job so awesome was the people and the perks, and lot of those perks are gone, which leaves a lot of those awesome people rethinking their position.
Basically it confirmed that yeah, school is something that I want to seriously do. Teaching is something that I want to do. I don’t care about being able to leave my work at work any more. I care about being challenged in my job, and hopefully challenging minds along the way.
But wait, where was I?
Oh, yes, San Francisco. Three nights with three different people. A drive-in movie, wedding dress shopping (for Ashley), shopping in China Town (clearly I needed three new scarves), a massage, breakfast with my cousin and his husband, dinner with a friend and her husband (plus a comfy night not sharing a bed!) and then back to old work for some breakfast, lunch with a friend (where I got to see his wife and adorable baby) before heading to the airport. Yes four days sounds like a loooong weekend, but with all that I crammed in there it flew by.
And now I am le tired.
And back to sharing a bed. Which feels tinier than I think it should. As we sat down Monday night Wes looked at me and said, “Don’t take this the wrong way, but I slept so fucking good last night.” Which I completely understand because we both like to spread out and in a queen sized bed there’s not much room for two people to spread out. Our next place better have a room big enough to hold a king sized bed and our other furniture.