after battling some kind of reject flu during finals week (it's on, uconn), i pulled into the driveway of a familiar residence on december 13, 2003 at approximately 7:34 p.m. i shimmied out of the overpacked backseat, breathed in the crisp wintry air, had a coughing attack, and caught the tail end of a drug deal going on next door. ahhhh yes..home for the holidays in good ol' revere.
the fact that i had spent 18 years and 3 months in this toxic waste heap had never fazed me all that much until i had my diploma in a death grip rivaling that of any wwe "superstar." no more gossiping. no more judgements. nothing. i did it. i was done. i was free. i had a feeling that these things would never disappear completely (this kind of genius logic is why i'm in college), and they haven't..but after removing myself from this atmosphere for months at a time, there are still two words that have, and will always have, the uncanny ability to make my collegiate toes curl: christmas break.
don't get me wrong, being away from my family so much has made me appreciate them more. i have come to enjoy their company rather than loathe/dread/avoid it at all costs. guess the 'rents weren't just reading from the manual when they said they "really weren't trying to ruin my life" and that they "cared about me." so sweet..tear! until the holidays officially begin, however, it would be just me and the sandwich hanging around the house and watching unhealthy amounts of television for the majority of the day. and you know what they say about idle hands, or idle anything for that matter: they are the devil's playground. using those higher learning skills of mine, i decided that it would be in my best interest to get off my kiester and work it like it ain't no thang. if not, it would only be a matter of time until the words "breakfast" and "martini" could be used interchangeably in my vocabulary.
enter the fantabulous innovation called temporary employment. yep, despite my horrid primary foray in the temping world this past summer (bmc = chain gang member for $12/hr), i have once again volunteered to whore myself to the corporate world in exchange for monetary incentives and minimal respect. tempting, i know, but curb your salivation. seriously, you're staining the carpet and my mother has a nasty left cross.
this job, however, is a little slice of pie heaven compared to the nightmare i lived to tell about. then: carpal tunnel-inducing keyboard labor/go online and we cane you/uttering any kind of sound warrants certain death; now: talk on phone/go online without fear of a beating/schmooze with any and all attorneys who happen to pass by my desk/masquerading as a bubbly and helpful receptionist from 9 to 5. i'll just assume that my oscar is in the mail..along with my fatass check..yo.
sounds good in theory..let's just hope i get it before i get ddt-ed by the reverian lifestyle yet again.
..temporarily and soberly yours (but not yours..ew),
lex
the fact that i had spent 18 years and 3 months in this toxic waste heap had never fazed me all that much until i had my diploma in a death grip rivaling that of any wwe "superstar." no more gossiping. no more judgements. nothing. i did it. i was done. i was free. i had a feeling that these things would never disappear completely (this kind of genius logic is why i'm in college), and they haven't..but after removing myself from this atmosphere for months at a time, there are still two words that have, and will always have, the uncanny ability to make my collegiate toes curl: christmas break.
don't get me wrong, being away from my family so much has made me appreciate them more. i have come to enjoy their company rather than loathe/dread/avoid it at all costs. guess the 'rents weren't just reading from the manual when they said they "really weren't trying to ruin my life" and that they "cared about me." so sweet..tear! until the holidays officially begin, however, it would be just me and the sandwich hanging around the house and watching unhealthy amounts of television for the majority of the day. and you know what they say about idle hands, or idle anything for that matter: they are the devil's playground. using those higher learning skills of mine, i decided that it would be in my best interest to get off my kiester and work it like it ain't no thang. if not, it would only be a matter of time until the words "breakfast" and "martini" could be used interchangeably in my vocabulary.
enter the fantabulous innovation called temporary employment. yep, despite my horrid primary foray in the temping world this past summer (bmc = chain gang member for $12/hr), i have once again volunteered to whore myself to the corporate world in exchange for monetary incentives and minimal respect. tempting, i know, but curb your salivation. seriously, you're staining the carpet and my mother has a nasty left cross.
this job, however, is a little slice of pie heaven compared to the nightmare i lived to tell about. then: carpal tunnel-inducing keyboard labor/go online and we cane you/uttering any kind of sound warrants certain death; now: talk on phone/go online without fear of a beating/schmooze with any and all attorneys who happen to pass by my desk/masquerading as a bubbly and helpful receptionist from 9 to 5. i'll just assume that my oscar is in the mail..along with my fatass check..yo.
sounds good in theory..let's just hope i get it before i get ddt-ed by the reverian lifestyle yet again.
..temporarily and soberly yours (but not yours..ew),
lex