Last week I decided to stop wasting my time.
I quit a clerkship, dropped a pair of toxic “friends” and told the boyfriend that I not getting any younger, these ankles are swelling, and it is time to finalize our adoption and mortgage plans…
Well, maybe not that last part, (That is for this week!) but I have realized that this blog is one of the things that is wasting my time.
This blog is supposed to be a journal and a time saver. It is neither.
The point of this blog is to avoid those redundant “status of things” conversations with friends. What happened is that many of my readers added me on facebook and gchat and I now have the “status of things” conversations with more people than ever.
All this pressure is because I haven’t condescended to post anything other than pictures of the mutts and quotes from my crackhead neighbors.
I have two big dogs and live in the ghetto. We get it. What else is going on?
Well,
The boyfriend – we are like preteens with more sighing and cackling (and less talk of Trace Cyrus.) Jeff mocks us by saying: “You’re the best, no you’re the best!” but we inform him that we don’t do that much talking.
School – What is there to say? I feel ridiculous for paying all this money for a generalist education. I thought that was what undergrad was for. Sure, I love corporate tax law, but corporate tax law is not going to pay the rent next summer when I graduate.
Career goals? Well, this summer I am still working at Thomson Reuters. I love working in Eagan and hopefully I can find a position at West or Findlaw when I graduate. Thomson Reuters is a relaxed and hilarious place to work, although I should probably buy some stock in Caribou coffee to recoup some of my smoothie costs…
The backup plan? This summer I am beefing up my design portfolio, learning flash, and applying to design/advertising firms. Part of the reason why I did not go to art school is because I have been designing since 6th grade.
I also thought law school was the more practical choice, but the tuition is paid and I’m not going to beat myself up over it. I figure that if I can navigate the tax code then I can navigate new design software, and I’ll be fine…or at least the most educated barista you know.