This Blog has 9 Lives...

...and I'm on life number 3 or 4 (at least). But as I sit here revising my resume for this law school fair I'm attending this weekend, I'm reminded of the mind-numbing process of applying for a job that prompted me to start this blog in the first place. It's been one year since I graduated from school, and a little under a year since I started my own, real, big-girl job. So some (public) self-reflection is clearly in order.

How have I changed? I think, unfortunately, I have a little less fun than I did in college. As I am fond of saying, and yes, I'm going to quote myself here, "They call it work for a reason." Now that I'm not studying for the LSATs, I have infinitely more free time. But for awhile there it was quite a grind - working and studying, studying and working, which really sucked. Plus there are other responsibilities I never factored in - paying bills, making sure I get to work on time (or wake up on time for that matter), running across the city for doctors appointments or getting things fixed, battling fellow commuters every morning...I mean those little things all add up and start to really drain my energy. Things are getting better now that I have my evenings back - I slept 10 hours last night for lack of anything better to do (in fairness, I was forced to watch the NBA finals - snooze alert).

Secondly, I feel more and more like an adult every day: learning how to speak in office jargon, using a cubicle voice on the phone (although to be fair I just sit in an open area, soon to be moved to sitting in a hallway [yes literally a hallway]), learning the hard way what happens when you don't put a vacation message up. It's like the responsibility train never ends! Today I met someone who went to school at that other university in Ithaca and I felt so far removed from my life in school. I had a moment where I was felt 23 going on 30 (although most days I'm more like 23 going on 80, so I guess this was a pleasant change). Again, exhausting to be on call all the time and not have a safety net of mom, dad, or skipping that 8am class. And since my dream of having this blog optioned for a series on Showtime hasn't materialized, looks like I'm going to continue to slog along in the 9-5 world.

On the positive side, I do have a feeling of independence, a strong sense of self, blah blah. So I guess there are some bright spots to being on your own.

In other news, on Monday I saw someone in the Metro with a Discman, i.e. a mobile CD player for those who can't remember. I was completely baffled. I am not the most technologically savvy (as evidenced by my 137 day absence from Twitter, which, by the way, people STILL keep signing up to follow my tweets, which I can't figure out for the life of me), but the Discman was so 1998. And before you say that some people are not as fortunate as I am (which even on my bad days I am keenly aware), this guy was clearly well-dressed and headed off to work. I mean, who knows, maybe he has a mountain of credit card debt, but if that's the case, he must still be listening to NOW 8 (Now That's What I Call Music 8) - if he can't afford an iPod, I'm assuming he can't afford any new music. I wonder what's on that - the Backstreet Boys? Btw, BSB is boycotting BP. I'm sure that will really get British Petroleum moving on stopping the oil from gushing out into the ocean.

Alright peeps I hope you are still reading this crap. Shout out to Ashley (because she only reads if I mention her name). I'll update again tomorrow on such pressing topics as what I should wear to this law school fair (thoughts, anyone?) and what kind of side salad I am going to make for a BBQ on Friday.