bored work rambles

there's a new designer at kda. i met her this morning for the first time. seemed like a very nice young lady; very professional, well assembled outfit with a perfectly groomed blonde bob. while talking to her, she shared with me that she's married and she and her hubby have their own house with hardwood floors. i later learned that she's 23 and is graduating in a week with a BA in interior design

so yeah, i already have my bachelor's degree and i'm in grad school. but i'm also single, usually unintentionally sloppy in appearance, renting an apartment, and pretty much flat broke. now, don't get me wrong, i'm not trying to sound unhappy with my current situation. it would be ridiculous to whine about being a single writer in her early 20s living in chicago working towards a MFA. i guess it just made me think. what really is the healthiest place to be at this age? i suppose there can't be a ladder rung that every successful life should have reached by now, but ya know.

sloooooow day today. i have now sat for nearly 8 hours on my ass, listening to ridiculously nostalgic christmas music, greeting 1 person on average every 2 hours, and answering 2 phone calls, which both ended up being solicitors on line 7. boring as this might sound, i accomplished a lot. i decided on a final order for my portfolio and wrote my paper detailing its revision and composition process. i wrote the 2 evaluations for my internship and also did my annotated bibliography for hell class. so now i've only 1 paper left before the unofficial completion of my 1st semester of grad school. (unofficial due to the fact that, as part of the oyez marketing team, i still have to assemble on- and off-campus readings for next year.) this final paper is going to consist of many full paragraphs of bullshit.

it's cold. i decidedly do not like cold. i'm all about comfort. pajamas, long skirts, bare-feet, air-conditioning, and blankets are a few of my favorite things. (i'd like to take a minute right now to share with everyone that the beach boys' "lil' saint nick" is a splendid little christmas jingle.) apparently, chicagoland wind really makes a difference, because this place seems significantly colder than michigan. i was really ready to give up the other day; just sit my ass down on the sidewalk and freeze to death on my way to the blueline. ok, so maybe that's a little dramatic, but you get the idea.

i find it interesting that the lemonade i got from jimmy john's has 0% juice in it. doesn't it seem like there should at least be maybe 5% to give it that lemony taste? i'm just a little bit disturbed by this.