Oh to be truly emo... Then my title would be the greatest. The truth is that the title is a load of crap. No really, I feel very different. I feel like 2007 was the year of panic mode, I was in a panic about anything and everything. I didn't breath for the months of May or December. The rest of the months, I was half breathing, like when you have a cold and its not really working.
It's amazing the power of unsubstantiated fear. Fear that you are for sure, without a doubt, on the chopping block at work, although it hasn't been said. Fear that you will die alone because thats what happens to women once they hit 25 and are single (according to the general public and your grandmother). Fear that you are on your own with out the training wheels for the first time and that if you fall, you will undoubtedly fall hard. What people forget about is that sometimes when you fall you get back up, dust yourself off, or maybe if you are lucky you might have someone unexpected who catches you.
I have some great friends and a terrific family. Yet I, like many, was consumed by the fear of failure and reluctant to take chances. Yesterday that changed. I completed a phone interview for a job that would send me to a different country, a country that I am familiar with and love, but still far away from my great friends and terrific family. The job is one I may be under-qualified for but I applied anyways. As I sat on the call, I felt like for once, I was doing something that could change my life. The last time I felt that way is when I left 4 years ago to embark interestingly enough on a study abroad program in the very country I was currently calling.
This country has been for most a land of poverty, starvation, and completely lacking opportunity. However, since the 1990s that has changed and those that left due to the hardships they faced are starting to come back. Not necessarily those same people, but their children, grandchildren, great grandchildren etc. Now I look at this country and I see nothing but opportunities. It is in some strange way the perfect metaphor for my life in transition from the old year to the new one.
This change in my outlook, is thanks predominantly to my good friend Kelli, who simply reached over and turned off the panic button. She did this through patient listening, a positive outlook, and a good example. She is one of the friends I have met in the last six years of my life that has truly made an impact. Not one that is obvious, she is anything but obvious, but the behind the scenes friend who scrapes you off the floor after a fall, dusts you off and then tells you to get back on the f'ing bike and keep rolling with the bumps. I don't think I have thanked her enough or for that matter, been the best friend I could be to her. Something I plan to change in the year ahead.
With 2007 out the door and 2008 starting off with a blank page, I hope that by the time I hit that quarter century of life mark in June, I can honestly say I have made a change for the better. Resolutions are meant to be broken, I do not plan on making any of those. I plan on opening my ears listening for once... Really listening, not the kind of listening you do when your boss is critiquing you or your parents are lecturing you. However, I do plan to listen to my critics more openly, the only way to truly know yourself is through how others see you.
P.S. Anyone catch Obama's victory speech from Iowa? Everyone is feeling the change...
Monday, January 7, 2008
Tuesday, November 27, 2007
The end of the internet
You know when people always say they have reached the end of the internet, I know they are lying but I understand the underlying meaning. Today I reached the end of the internet. Yes by 10:03 am just 2 hours into my work day I have reached the end of the internet. Why/ How you might ask? The answer is simple, I ran out of videos on funny or die, tina (the youtube sensation) set her videos to private, oh and I watched the latest Clark and Michael video.
Everyday people go to work, and in most cases are severely under stimulated by their work. In my case, my normally fairly interesting job has recently hit a snag. I ran out of work to do, I am in fact too productive. So like many of my fellow workers of the world I turn to the internet for some entertainment. I always hit bestweekever.tv first. For those of you who have not discovered this blog you need to. I go there because the editors speak my language. They have the right balance of quick wit and gross humor. I then normally follow their links on a continued search for entertainment.
I blame funny or die's "The Landlord" for elevating my internet entertainment to such a snotty and hard to please place. For those of you who have not seen it, just go now and watch it. For those of you who have and are offended, this is not the blog for you. Pearl is both cute and hilarious, and its just plain fun. Kind of like Michael Cera, he is someone you look at and think man where has this guy been hiding, apparently in plain site on the internet, or in a small big screen hit Superbad. Thanks to my procrastination mixed with a lack of work to do, I have discovered a whole new world of internet stars.
With the writers strike f'ing with my tv schedule I turn to the trashy world of tmz.com and mtv reality shows for entertainment. Clearly I am underwhelmed. So then I retreat to the internet, normally reserved for work hour desperation only. I understand the point of the writers strike, don't get me wrong, but man I didn't realize how much my brain depended on that 1/2 hour sitcom or full hour drama to get me through the week. Now every night will be tuesday night, and everyone knows there is nothing worth watching on a tuesday night. Boredom may even drive me to work out, which is both frightening and shocking.
Thank God for the internet, because so far it has gotten me through the week moments where I almost become... dare I say... un-american, in the fact that I am no longer glued to a tv, dependent on trashy news, or hooked to some hilarious youtube video. It might actually force me to become social again. Imagine that, talking to people face to face, no cell phone or google chat between us. Frightening I know.
In the end I don't know whether to thank the writers for striking, yell at best week ever to step up on the post for my entertainment only, or to perhaps take some initiative and maybe go above and beyond the call of duty at work. What I do know is this, I have way to much time on my hands and someone better help me find a damn hobby, anyone know how to whittle?
Everyday people go to work, and in most cases are severely under stimulated by their work. In my case, my normally fairly interesting job has recently hit a snag. I ran out of work to do, I am in fact too productive. So like many of my fellow workers of the world I turn to the internet for some entertainment. I always hit bestweekever.tv first. For those of you who have not discovered this blog you need to. I go there because the editors speak my language. They have the right balance of quick wit and gross humor. I then normally follow their links on a continued search for entertainment.
I blame funny or die's "The Landlord" for elevating my internet entertainment to such a snotty and hard to please place. For those of you who have not seen it, just go now and watch it. For those of you who have and are offended, this is not the blog for you. Pearl is both cute and hilarious, and its just plain fun. Kind of like Michael Cera, he is someone you look at and think man where has this guy been hiding, apparently in plain site on the internet, or in a small big screen hit Superbad. Thanks to my procrastination mixed with a lack of work to do, I have discovered a whole new world of internet stars.
With the writers strike f'ing with my tv schedule I turn to the trashy world of tmz.com and mtv reality shows for entertainment. Clearly I am underwhelmed. So then I retreat to the internet, normally reserved for work hour desperation only. I understand the point of the writers strike, don't get me wrong, but man I didn't realize how much my brain depended on that 1/2 hour sitcom or full hour drama to get me through the week. Now every night will be tuesday night, and everyone knows there is nothing worth watching on a tuesday night. Boredom may even drive me to work out, which is both frightening and shocking.
Thank God for the internet, because so far it has gotten me through the week moments where I almost become... dare I say... un-american, in the fact that I am no longer glued to a tv, dependent on trashy news, or hooked to some hilarious youtube video. It might actually force me to become social again. Imagine that, talking to people face to face, no cell phone or google chat between us. Frightening I know.
In the end I don't know whether to thank the writers for striking, yell at best week ever to step up on the post for my entertainment only, or to perhaps take some initiative and maybe go above and beyond the call of duty at work. What I do know is this, I have way to much time on my hands and someone better help me find a damn hobby, anyone know how to whittle?
Wednesday, November 7, 2007
How could I forget the Ultimate Fighters
And for your viewing pleasure, the lost night at Carol's with the Ultimate Fighters:
Beth having a deep convo with the fighters
One of them flicking off the camera, while I tried to capture the one cool guy
Midsize truck take one
Midsize truck take twotraveling.... and more traveling
Long time no talk. Hmm... whats happened since my last installment. Well I fell out of a lawn chair, got promoted, and watched my big brother get hitched (In other words the boring life of an early 20 something). Oh and of course Halloween. This year I dressed up as Debbie Harry not quite as good as last years brit brit but pretty good. I was debating between Tammy Fae, Suri Cruise and Debbie Harry. I think Tammy Fae would have been a hit. Oh well, there is always next year, or next costume party.
KC, Beth and I were thinking about doing a costume party for our birthday (6 months away, but can never plan too soon). I am thinking we should do our favorite childhood cartoon character (It would be a toss up between Shera and Smurfette for me). The idea of throwing an office party where you dress up like a coworker was also brought up. I think that could have some potential as well. (Elaine... oh that would be the sweet comeuppance I have been waiting for.)
Hilarity has been toned down quite a bit as I have been working my butt off and traveling like a crazy person. Frequent flyer miles wahoo. Although most of them are Southwest so I would be stuck in the United States. I kind of hate the fact I love my job, I know that sounds strange, but it really holds me here. I always thought at this time in my life I would be traveling the world and in between jaunts living off my parents like every other early 20 something does in this country. There is a feeling of pride that I am not doing that, I am a very well employed 24 year old, who lives in a great city, in her own place, with great friends. But at the same time I think we all have thoughts of abandoning responsibility, throwing caution into the wind, and traveling this crazy world looking to find ourselves.
The idea of finding myself has been bugging me for the past month or so, I spend a lot of alone reflection time, which I try to distract myself from through horrible "reality" tv such as the Hills. Instead I find myself at that classic crossroad of twenty-dom, I find myself living a life that I really feel like I have no power over. Its almost as if falling out of a lawn chair, pissed to high heavens, is my act of rebellion as I am lead down this life track. Who knows, maybe I should just accept my good fortune and make the best of the hand dealt to me. A lot of people are way worse off in this world, I just need to suck it up and realize that I am doing good things, even if it wasn't what I thought I would be doing. Ok enough of that, here are a montage if you will of pictures of the past few weeks to give you a insight to the insanity:
The Bride and Groom
KC, Beth and I were thinking about doing a costume party for our birthday (6 months away, but can never plan too soon). I am thinking we should do our favorite childhood cartoon character (It would be a toss up between Shera and Smurfette for me). The idea of throwing an office party where you dress up like a coworker was also brought up. I think that could have some potential as well. (Elaine... oh that would be the sweet comeuppance I have been waiting for.)
Hilarity has been toned down quite a bit as I have been working my butt off and traveling like a crazy person. Frequent flyer miles wahoo. Although most of them are Southwest so I would be stuck in the United States. I kind of hate the fact I love my job, I know that sounds strange, but it really holds me here. I always thought at this time in my life I would be traveling the world and in between jaunts living off my parents like every other early 20 something does in this country. There is a feeling of pride that I am not doing that, I am a very well employed 24 year old, who lives in a great city, in her own place, with great friends. But at the same time I think we all have thoughts of abandoning responsibility, throwing caution into the wind, and traveling this crazy world looking to find ourselves.
The idea of finding myself has been bugging me for the past month or so, I spend a lot of alone reflection time, which I try to distract myself from through horrible "reality" tv such as the Hills. Instead I find myself at that classic crossroad of twenty-dom, I find myself living a life that I really feel like I have no power over. Its almost as if falling out of a lawn chair, pissed to high heavens, is my act of rebellion as I am lead down this life track. Who knows, maybe I should just accept my good fortune and make the best of the hand dealt to me. A lot of people are way worse off in this world, I just need to suck it up and realize that I am doing good things, even if it wasn't what I thought I would be doing. Ok enough of that, here are a montage if you will of pictures of the past few weeks to give you a insight to the insanity:
The Bride and Groom
Me and the brohan
Cory and had a little too much fun at the wedding.
Abigail as Bjork... Priceless...More fun photos to come. My internet is being a bitch.
P.S. I may or may not have made out with a guy dressed up like batman on the dance floor at smart bar... I may or may not have found out his name is don and he is an accountant and then told him I had to leave immediately. This is all hypothetical of course.
Monday, October 8, 2007
Its 95* in October and you are asking me why I am irritated
Need air conditioning now... This is one of the many downsides of being an urbanite- the ac window unit. Perhaps I am cheap, but I can only afford one and lets face it I couldn't pay for two to be running and my turn of the century apartments wiring would probably explode. Therefore, I lack sleep because my fan sounds like a train coming through my room and I am not hot to function.
Phew, glad I got that off my chest, now onto a few highlights of the past three weeks: Went to three states, moved into my very own place, spent a chunk of change and oh yeah faked an Irish accent to get free drinks on Friday night.
I went to Seattle, I am in love, would move there in a heartbeat. Everyone says the same thing, what about the rain? I lived in Ireland for 6 months, rain does not bother me, extreme heat with no ac is another thing. So much more to talk about so little time.
My job is awesome, I will be the first to admit that. I travel to different states and throw parties, then I come back to my office and plan how to spend the next portion of my budget. I work hard, sometimes long hours, but who else gets to jet set across this beautiful country accumulating frequent flyer miles that will be used to travel outside this country for a job. If I didn't have to move (with no car) and get ready for my Brother's upcoming marriage (a week from Saturday) I would be so stressed out. Also the damn heat... its killing me smalls.
This is Chicago, shouldn't there be snow on the ground. I am going to start believing Al Gore, so mother nature prove him wrong now or forever hold your peace. (Is it piece or peace.... hmmm never thought about it). While I waited, I passed my time in an air-conditioned bar on Friday night faking an Irish accent so dumb prepsters would buy me drinks. It worked. I felt bad, but only a little. Will post a photo blog soon, with the ultimate fighters from my last post, Seattle pics and of course wedding shots.
Until then watch "Business Time" from Flight of the Concords to make you feel better... (Thanks BM)
Phew, glad I got that off my chest, now onto a few highlights of the past three weeks: Went to three states, moved into my very own place, spent a chunk of change and oh yeah faked an Irish accent to get free drinks on Friday night.
I went to Seattle, I am in love, would move there in a heartbeat. Everyone says the same thing, what about the rain? I lived in Ireland for 6 months, rain does not bother me, extreme heat with no ac is another thing. So much more to talk about so little time.
My job is awesome, I will be the first to admit that. I travel to different states and throw parties, then I come back to my office and plan how to spend the next portion of my budget. I work hard, sometimes long hours, but who else gets to jet set across this beautiful country accumulating frequent flyer miles that will be used to travel outside this country for a job. If I didn't have to move (with no car) and get ready for my Brother's upcoming marriage (a week from Saturday) I would be so stressed out. Also the damn heat... its killing me smalls.
This is Chicago, shouldn't there be snow on the ground. I am going to start believing Al Gore, so mother nature prove him wrong now or forever hold your peace. (Is it piece or peace.... hmmm never thought about it). While I waited, I passed my time in an air-conditioned bar on Friday night faking an Irish accent so dumb prepsters would buy me drinks. It worked. I felt bad, but only a little. Will post a photo blog soon, with the ultimate fighters from my last post, Seattle pics and of course wedding shots.
Until then watch "Business Time" from Flight of the Concords to make you feel better... (Thanks BM)
Thursday, September 20, 2007
Ladies, that was a top night...
So you thought I would forget.... Oh hell no, I am here for my monthly post. This one is a good one, for those two people who read this blog.
So Saturday Funday as I like to call it was especially that this past Saturday in fact the weekend was an over-all success:
Friday night BM and I had quite the lil' lezbo date, dinner and Dream Girls, tame yes, but it was in preparation for the almighty of Saturdays.
Saturday started bright and early, when I awoke at 9 am as instructed for a day that would top all days. Unfortunately I forgot in my friends language 9 am actually means 10:30 am so don't hold your breath. Once we all assembled, kc, bm, abi, erin, & I (a full carload) headed out estate sale-ing (yes that is a word, I made it up). Off to the burbs we went in kc's corolla ready to wheel and deal. And that we did, we bought coffee tables, end tables, a sweet 60s dining room set, all of which we had to come back to pick up. Then it was off to IKEA (aka broke 20 somethings guide to decorating) where we picked up the essentials (which for me totaled $125.00 youch). Satisfied we headed back into the city for a full night ahead of us.
Saturday night started with bm and myself watching a little Reality Bites, while getting gussied up for the one and only Rilo Kiley. We of course were running 30 minutes behind as we headed north armed with lots of vodka to Abi's dog sitting house which we would call home for the next 14-16 hours. 2 drinks in we were headed (mind you a bit late) to shake our money makers (bm will love that one) to Rilo. Upon entering BM (who we will call BM gangsta from now on) was asked to surrender her MASE to a security guard so she wouldn't pepper spray a bitch up. The nice security guard said he'd hold onto it for us till we got out. Rilo Kiley was amazing I heard my two favorite songs which was awesome! We drank a few beers at the Riv (the Rivera Theater) and toasted to a top night ahead of us.
That it was, on arrival at Carol's Country Music Bar on Chicago's Northside (yes country yeehaw) I felt like I was home back at Finn's Old Waldo and in my element. After some booty shaking on the dance floor we took a drink break where we met a host of characters. There was Radiohead Boy who told us his favorite band was Radiohead (while wearing a Radiohead teeshirt) I can guarantee he didn't even know one song. Our nice Native American Friends saved us from Radiohead boy when we started talking to them. Their 68 year old grandpa (who I insisted didn't look a day of 35 (told you I was in my element) were all around good people.
On my way to the bathroom a table of oh so cute boys caught my eye. After sending BM to scope it out (which she did so eloquently by saying: "my friend told me to scope out the table of hot boys which I guess is you") I took my seat next the bachelor (it was his party apparently). BM would later claim I held court at this table, the men all listening to me (blame it on the name Elizabeth is common among the monarchy). The boys and I laughed, danced, maybe shed a tear or two. We shared our favorite writers and more. They were from Cincinnati and boy were they a good time (except the ones that BM found out later were training to be ultimate fighters)! After being beckoned home by the evil BM I left the table with hugs and kisses like we were old friends.
After a restful night it was off to u-haul to pick our mid-size truck (hence why my mom called it the lesbian weekend) which actually turned out to be an f150 which we totally dominated (or so we thought). The u-haul is always an interesting place, but this one had crack heads and a guy wearing a sombrero and drinking a beer shirtless with a belly (which I later found out it was Mexican Independence Day so he had reason to celebrate) needless to say we got the truck and headed to retrieve our new furniture from the estate sale the previous day. We drove past the cars on a stick from Wayne's World and ate some taco bell, it was glorious. Angel the guy at the u-haul scared the crap out of bm and I when we returned the truck only to have him literally throw the truck in reverse and fly into traffic nearly killing a crack head guiding him out, all so we could fill it up with gas. At least we were done.
Lastly it was off to dinner with Mike, while I waited outside the bar (for another habitually late person in my life) a strange little leprechaun of any Irishman snuck up right behind my ear to tell me I was "gorgeous" before fake fighting the bouncer and making these weird sounds... I do not make this shit up people.
All in all it was a top weekend. Pics to come.
So Saturday Funday as I like to call it was especially that this past Saturday in fact the weekend was an over-all success:
Friday night BM and I had quite the lil' lezbo date, dinner and Dream Girls, tame yes, but it was in preparation for the almighty of Saturdays.
Saturday started bright and early, when I awoke at 9 am as instructed for a day that would top all days. Unfortunately I forgot in my friends language 9 am actually means 10:30 am so don't hold your breath. Once we all assembled, kc, bm, abi, erin, & I (a full carload) headed out estate sale-ing (yes that is a word, I made it up). Off to the burbs we went in kc's corolla ready to wheel and deal. And that we did, we bought coffee tables, end tables, a sweet 60s dining room set, all of which we had to come back to pick up. Then it was off to IKEA (aka broke 20 somethings guide to decorating) where we picked up the essentials (which for me totaled $125.00 youch). Satisfied we headed back into the city for a full night ahead of us.
Saturday night started with bm and myself watching a little Reality Bites, while getting gussied up for the one and only Rilo Kiley. We of course were running 30 minutes behind as we headed north armed with lots of vodka to Abi's dog sitting house which we would call home for the next 14-16 hours. 2 drinks in we were headed (mind you a bit late) to shake our money makers (bm will love that one) to Rilo. Upon entering BM (who we will call BM gangsta from now on) was asked to surrender her MASE to a security guard so she wouldn't pepper spray a bitch up. The nice security guard said he'd hold onto it for us till we got out. Rilo Kiley was amazing I heard my two favorite songs which was awesome! We drank a few beers at the Riv (the Rivera Theater) and toasted to a top night ahead of us.
That it was, on arrival at Carol's Country Music Bar on Chicago's Northside (yes country yeehaw) I felt like I was home back at Finn's Old Waldo and in my element. After some booty shaking on the dance floor we took a drink break where we met a host of characters. There was Radiohead Boy who told us his favorite band was Radiohead (while wearing a Radiohead teeshirt) I can guarantee he didn't even know one song. Our nice Native American Friends saved us from Radiohead boy when we started talking to them. Their 68 year old grandpa (who I insisted didn't look a day of 35 (told you I was in my element) were all around good people.
On my way to the bathroom a table of oh so cute boys caught my eye. After sending BM to scope it out (which she did so eloquently by saying: "my friend told me to scope out the table of hot boys which I guess is you") I took my seat next the bachelor (it was his party apparently). BM would later claim I held court at this table, the men all listening to me (blame it on the name Elizabeth is common among the monarchy). The boys and I laughed, danced, maybe shed a tear or two. We shared our favorite writers and more. They were from Cincinnati and boy were they a good time (except the ones that BM found out later were training to be ultimate fighters)! After being beckoned home by the evil BM I left the table with hugs and kisses like we were old friends.
After a restful night it was off to u-haul to pick our mid-size truck (hence why my mom called it the lesbian weekend) which actually turned out to be an f150 which we totally dominated (or so we thought). The u-haul is always an interesting place, but this one had crack heads and a guy wearing a sombrero and drinking a beer shirtless with a belly (which I later found out it was Mexican Independence Day so he had reason to celebrate) needless to say we got the truck and headed to retrieve our new furniture from the estate sale the previous day. We drove past the cars on a stick from Wayne's World and ate some taco bell, it was glorious. Angel the guy at the u-haul scared the crap out of bm and I when we returned the truck only to have him literally throw the truck in reverse and fly into traffic nearly killing a crack head guiding him out, all so we could fill it up with gas. At least we were done.
Lastly it was off to dinner with Mike, while I waited outside the bar (for another habitually late person in my life) a strange little leprechaun of any Irishman snuck up right behind my ear to tell me I was "gorgeous" before fake fighting the bouncer and making these weird sounds... I do not make this shit up people.
All in all it was a top weekend. Pics to come.
Tuesday, August 21, 2007
What's a month, when you get to hear from me now...
Interns are the best thing to ever happen to the entry level job holder. There is someone lower then you on the totem poll for once. When you tell them to do something you can put on the act about how you feel bad for asking them to file and staple things, but really you don't. You are cool to them, because you are official yet you can still relate. You my friend become the entry level superstar when the intern comes rolling around.
Now that I am one step up on from the entry level superstar, the intern becomes the reminder that you should be doing more work. My intern for example can complete a task list that I wouldn't even attempt in one day. Then he sits, eyes wide, all innocently pleading for more work. Basically I want to tell the kid, "Hey there is this thing called the internet, why don't you peruse it for awhile." I should have known better when I came in hungover a week ago and was trying to give that old, "Rough night last night huh" and he responded with "Yeah I know, my sister and I went and saw the new Nancy Drew Movie".
Seriously buddy, The Nancy Drew movie, why don't you just make it more apparent that I am satan and a horrible influence on your poor soul. He didn't even know the Chicago sports teams, even though he grew up here, or who Matthew Broderick was.... Ferris Bueller people.... I was about to swoop in and save this poor lost 2o something from complete social idiocy, when I remembered I was the boss. I can't take this kid out for a beer and baseball, I can't even tell him I am hungover.
Just when I was feeling bad for this kid who was spiraling into the depths social suicide, I stumbled upon his facebook page (cleverly hidden under another name). He knows who Ferris Bueller is, its listed as one of his favorite movies. Nancy Drew my ass, he was out boozing it up at the very college bar I am a legend (in my own mind) at. I had been duped. It was all an act. His pseudonym "Aaron" loves to go clubbing and chill with his girl Leah, he belongs to the Bordo's free happy hour group, and claims to be the flippy cup champ.
And so it begins, I am heading down the slippery slope of adulthood, no longer cool enough to be on the inside track. Student workers look at me as the boss man, they don't tell me whats really up, just the candy coated version. And damn are they good at it. I truly believed this kid had no social life (due in my mind to being raised and still living in the far burbs of chicago). Next thing you know he will be getting the promotions and this will all be an episode of the Office.
Now that I am one step up on from the entry level superstar, the intern becomes the reminder that you should be doing more work. My intern for example can complete a task list that I wouldn't even attempt in one day. Then he sits, eyes wide, all innocently pleading for more work. Basically I want to tell the kid, "Hey there is this thing called the internet, why don't you peruse it for awhile." I should have known better when I came in hungover a week ago and was trying to give that old, "Rough night last night huh" and he responded with "Yeah I know, my sister and I went and saw the new Nancy Drew Movie".
Seriously buddy, The Nancy Drew movie, why don't you just make it more apparent that I am satan and a horrible influence on your poor soul. He didn't even know the Chicago sports teams, even though he grew up here, or who Matthew Broderick was.... Ferris Bueller people.... I was about to swoop in and save this poor lost 2o something from complete social idiocy, when I remembered I was the boss. I can't take this kid out for a beer and baseball, I can't even tell him I am hungover.
Just when I was feeling bad for this kid who was spiraling into the depths social suicide, I stumbled upon his facebook page (cleverly hidden under another name). He knows who Ferris Bueller is, its listed as one of his favorite movies. Nancy Drew my ass, he was out boozing it up at the very college bar I am a legend (in my own mind) at. I had been duped. It was all an act. His pseudonym "Aaron" loves to go clubbing and chill with his girl Leah, he belongs to the Bordo's free happy hour group, and claims to be the flippy cup champ.
And so it begins, I am heading down the slippery slope of adulthood, no longer cool enough to be on the inside track. Student workers look at me as the boss man, they don't tell me whats really up, just the candy coated version. And damn are they good at it. I truly believed this kid had no social life (due in my mind to being raised and still living in the far burbs of chicago). Next thing you know he will be getting the promotions and this will all be an episode of the Office.
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