I spaced out twice at work today and each time a coworker asked me what I was thinking about. The first time I was contemplating whether there is a meaning to life, the second time I was wondering whether I could spin a basketball on my fingertip. Two equally important questions
We have to fill out an end of day logbook at work with what happened on shift that day and my manager won't let me have any fun with it. I am not allowed to:
1. Begin my entries with "dear diary"
2. End my entries with "xoxo gossip girl"
or
I have picked the most niche stem grad program to apply to just to confuse everyone: quantitative systems pharmacology. When people ask me what that is I tell them that I don't know either and then they get even more confused
For the third time in the past 6 months I decided to go to a church I've never been to before for Mass, and for the third time I ran into a friend unexpectedly. Either south bend is small or I know a lot of people. It's probably both
“No one is forcing you to work at that job you hate.”
Rent is due, health insurance is tied to employment, groceries aren’t free. Utilities will get cut off, student loans don’t pause, and homelessness is one bad month away. Yeah, yeah. Totally voluntary.