Just FABULOUS!

I don't really have a routine anymore, but work is so brain numbing that by the time I get home, I am so tired that all I can do is sit and stare at the television. Somehow I end up watching a rerun of Sex and the City. I always laugh when they say something naughty and a little gross and too sexual. It reminds me of how much my dad hates the show. If the show comes on while I'm visiting my parents, my dad says: "this is disgusting, I hate this show, especially Samantha." Which I think is amusing, because even though he hates it, he obviously has paid enough attention to know the characters' names. Funny, ain't it?

Well, aside from my dad's clear attentiveness to things he hates, I was thinking last night after watching the episode where the girls go to LA and have everything bad to say about it, especially compared to NYC. Not that I disagree, because I hate LA, but I really can't imagine myself in NYC. And I wondered how come they didn't make a show about real people living in Chicago. It's more real. People here are more real than either coasts I think. People live here, because they want to live here and enjoy their lives. I don't think people come to live here expecting the craziness of NYC or the fake glamour of LA. People come here, they have fun, and stay here and raise families. But then I thought, why would people want to watch that. I'm sure most people our age, or single women of all ages have nice ordinary lives, even in NYC and LA, albeit less than Chicago, I bet, but nevertheless, they're still there. But really, who wants to watch that? The closest thing to that is Friends. While it's one of my all time favorite shows, it's also far from realistic.

But at the end of the day, do we want to sit down and watch our lives? Would we want to watch people who go to work and come back and sit in torn t-shirts on our couches watching TV while perfectly made-up? That's no fun! We want to watch people who are always glamorously dressed and go out to glamorous places, and buy $500 pair of Manolo Blahnik's. We want people who seem to be always having casual sex, because in reality we only come across those people infrequently, and we never really befriend them, or we call them skanky hoes behind their backs, instead of discussing with them the anatomy of the latest guy they or we screwed.

While it's fun watching chain smoking newspaper column writer who somehow can afford a posh pad in Manhatten and new outfits with Italian designer names (yes, that can happen in real life), I think at the end of the day, none of us can handle a life that would make for an interesting story line worthy of following by millions of viewers. If I had the choice, I would still choose my boring life with Old Navy flip flops and long work hours, though I could use less hours at work and more drinking wine with my cute neighbor! Hey, I'm just sayin' :)

Coming up for some air

This week was beyond NUTS! In the past week:

- I played 4 soccer games. You know what that means, a lot of muscle cramps.
- I worked too many hours and got lectured about working too much and trying not to burn out. You see, I don't like that, because I think I know when I am stressed out, and lecturing never worked on me, not even when I was 5. But at least I could give my mom attitude about it. Grrr.
- I realized that I still like my job, and in fact, I am loving it. I'm hoping things stay this way for a while.
- Finally, the condo. GRRR. Those people pulled me up and down and all around. My agent seemed to be practically working for them and not me. I stuck my ground and asked for my earnest money and indicated that I will be looking at listings next week to find another place. Within 10 minutes I got a call that they accepted my last offer. See? Was that too hard? I guess they thought: girl, buying her first home, alone. She must be naiive, let's try to fuck her over. Right! Don't get me wrong, the place is so worth it. So, next week we have inspection and attorney review period, then if everything goes smoothly, we'll close sometime in June, preferably closer to the end. Then I plan to move sometime in August. But there was a LO-OT of craziness with these people this week and about 30 calls and 5 faxes. I was tired and ready to just say "fuck it all, I'll keep on renting!"

I really hate not having time to blog, but after work, all I want to do is watch TV. I have some addictions that I can't control, like catching the Real World Denver. I love that show. Always have and always will. I think it makes me feel a little better about myself. But I think these people keep on getting sluttier and sluttier. Whatever, I love trashy TV. You watch people sing and dance, and I watch people get drunk and ass.

Not too bad for a Thursday

Long long day at work, and I am sure this won't be the longest of my career. Being the new kid on the block means that whenever someone has a little thing that needs to be done on a project, and they'd rather not do it, they will bring it to me. I don't mind at all, because this is how you show them that you're competent and hopefully I'm already doing that. Granted, I already worked there before finishing school, so they already know. But it's nice, because now, I can definitely tell they're approaching me with a little bit more respect, and like I'm a peer more than a subordinate. Although, being in my position, I am in no position to say no. So, I'm swamped with work, and it's only my fourth day. That's the nice thing about having already worked there, I am swamped, but I am not overwhelmed.

So, today was a 12-hr day and I brought some work home, which is not getting done. I didn't realize that there was a new episode of The Office on today. But my next door neighbor, the cute liberal guy, told me that he thought I wasn't home yet, so he DVRed the show for me. After I ate a quick dinner, I went over and watched the show, and then hung out with the cute neighbor, exchanged a few good stories, and came back home. Now, I'm ready to go to bed, and I have not touched my work. I think maybe I'll go over some of it in bed, before I sleep tonight.

But let's just say, life is good. I can't tell you how much of a relief it is being done with school after 24 years of continuously being a student. And to think, there will be no more first days of school for me. I think 48 first days of class are plenty for anyone to say NO MORE! I'm ready to enjoy the good life of putting in a lot of hours into work, but getting paid, instead of paying for it. And you know, it ain't too shabby when the I get to hang out with a cute neighbor after a long day of work. I can get used to this!

It figures... my luck!

You know, my first day of freedom, and I was looking forward to my favorite TV night and me being able to watch completely guilt free, and guess what? My favorite shows are all REPEATS! Bullshit! That's what I have to say about it.

On a positive note, I had some guilty feelings earlier today, because for the past four years I've been a wreck, I've felt guilty every time I did something not school-related, because how dare I have fun when I have a ton of work to do? But during the day I slowly got over that feeling and I was overwhelmed with this: I can do whatever I want, whenever I want... well, until I have to go back to work. Not for another month. So there, TAKE IT!

I don't care what you think, and I don't care how hard your life is, I deserve this break more than anyone else right now. I started kindergarten when I was 3, and have been in school since then but for one semester. That's over 25 years of non-stop formal schooling. As I told my parents earlier today: I. AM. DONE. They thought they were being funny when they asked me when I will be starting med school. Like hell I will. When I finished grad school, I knew that I wasn't done, but I think anyone who likes academia should go to law school, it'll put a damper on your student spirit. IT. IS. OVER!

Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! Time to go watch some reruns. Booo!