Emerging Out of Caves

So here's the thing. As of my April post there's much to be said in terms of an update, however I'm gonna spare you the insignificant details and dwell largely on some highlights. Just to forewarn, preface, etc. my writing might get a little scattered and of course you can count on a tangent or two. This is the beauty of blogging and why I love it so much, no need for grammatical formalities or structured organization, just a woman and her thoughts unfolding before the keyboard.

April was a hellish month for me. Graduating was rounding the corner and like any other college senior, final term papers/projects/tests riddled my mind. Of course, my entire academic life was pretty much a procrastinator's effort, although you can bet my ass was busted in an effort to perform remarkably pulling A's and high scores. You would think all of this school induced stress would keep me at bay from more schooling aka a master's degree but rather my heart was set on another two years and San Francisco State was where I yearned to be. A heavy dose of reality would eventually find me. The day I received my rejection letter was the day I felt a mixture of apathy, disappointment, and relief among other emotions. I would never have guessed that this piece of mail would deliver something so unexpected emotionally. My plans were literally foiled. What was I to do? Reapply next year? Retake the GRE (which mind you was three hours of test taking torture)? I honestly had no answer and within the next weeks to follow I would be completely okay with it. The more I focused on my future, the more liberated I became. Throw graduate school out the window and behold: continued residence in San Diego, not so bad I suppose. A shift in priorities and my employment was truly a concern.

Five plus years of hospitality and customer service is enough time to make anyone crave a cubicle. Ironically this is my new found job opportunity. Working as an online enrollment advisor of all positions. While I can't say my degree is in full effect providing employment, it has however, paid off monetarily. A fresh body out of college seems promising with a hot degree in hand and my salary shows for it. I'm not too worried about using my degree in later years. For now I'm organizing a weekly art show and volunteering hours at my school's downtown gallery, things could be worse when viewed optimistically. Speaking of my job, my coworkers specifically my fellow trainees were the most randomized group of individuals. From tool belts to shy girls, every one seemed to get along surprisingly well. Too bad the only guy I was remotely attracted to turned out to be such a field player, not to mention arrogant. What a waste of artistic energy! Oh well, it's no skin off my nose, a girl doesn't have to get crushed in order to see a guy's packing a sledge hammer.

Moving on...

Lately I find myself super intolerant of people's lip service, especially whenever it comes from a friend. Lying or concealing things from me will only make you look less meaningful and insincere. Perhaps I'm an old soul who's growing weary of the juveniles? I'm not entirely sure, but it's irritating whatever it is and if you could care less then that makes two of us. On a positive note, I'll be financially ready to move out in less than nine months. By then my savings will be solid and completely reliable. The rejoicing has commenced.