Today's been an odd day. Well almost everyday has been an odd day. I live in frisco now and everything is strange here. Strange like the strange that feels so natural and normal that often it gets confused with that feeling of...well I'm not sure what other feelings feel like that. All I know is half the time I want to stay sheltered in my apartment, although boring and all I do is watch endless episodes of Law and Oder: SVU, or I want to explore but hating using the public transportation here. New York City knew how to do it, public transit I mean, it was fast, efficient, on-time mostly, and entertaining to say the least. Here, I end up waiting 20min-30min for a bus, then I usually always have to transfer and take another bus or train and overall no matter where I want to go in frisco I'm left with an hour commute each other and end up using Uber or Lyft to save me time going home. Which ends up being more expensive if I just used my car to begin with. Womp. Womp.
I'm also realizing I'm much more like my father than I thought I was. There were times growing up that I thought my dad had too high of expectations for the human race, but now that I'm 'older' I've realized that I, too, have too high expectations for the human race. I get annoyed by a lot of things. All of these things I've probably been guilty of doing, but still, my expectations do not waiver.
I'm ridiculous, but we all knew that.
So ridiculous that I've said NO to so many jobs I'm wondering if that was the right move or not, but it was, because I will not settle on mediocre. And after much realization, because I've been doing a lot of that lately, I've come to a surprising conclusion.
Everything will work out the way it's supposed to.
I have an awesome internship I'll start in 2 weeks. I am now working for this woman, Rachel Remen, who is amazing but the work I do is not satisfying at all. I have this part-time job with a friend to do some writing, and I just landed a part-time gig with Christopher Elbow Chocolates in Hayes Valley.
We will see what plays out and how it plays out, but one thing is for sure, only part of me will miss not having work and the other will be glad to see my schedule being filled with work I feel satisfied doing.
But satisfaction is hard to measure.
to be continued...
next entries I want to talk about my adventure to the Facebook HQ
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