4 posts tagged “work”
Everyone seemed to like it a lot. Considering that the premise is, on the surface, two dimensional, I was really surprised at how well it was carried throughout the movie. It didn't feel old or stale at any moment. It's just a good light hearted romantic comedy. About a sex doll.
If you get a chance to see it, I'd definitely recommend it.
I've been away for awhile. I know. Moving took a lot of effort, fighting with parents over subletters was incredibly tiring, and finals drained me so much. All in all, everything turned out how I wanted it, though.
I'm working for the Batavia School District again this summer. I lost my cubicle/office space when they hired the new tech guy, but I did get a raise. It's kind of silly though: I'm in charge of such an insane amount of paperwork and don't have any drawers . I barely have enough desk space to hold a laptop and a stack of papers. Though it's nice, I get to share a cubicle with Laura this year, and she's always a lot of fun.
The really messed up thing is that today, the second to last day of the school year, I was informed I may have been exposed to viral meningitis. A teacher was hospitalized for it yesterday and everything has switched over into damage control. They yanked me off the project I was specifically hired to do to help crisis manage. And considering we need to be all prepped and ready for summer school on Wednesday, this was very bad.
I also found out that my best friend growing up is hella rich. Like hundreds of millions of dollars rich. And her dad is now running for congress. It's very bizarre. Well, not entirely. I knew there was money, and I knew her father was political, I just never realized the degree. I mean, he was a physicist when I saw him on a regular basis. It's so weird. I almost blew up a church (on accident!) with her and her brother once. What strangeness. Though I am happy that she'll be back from Stanford this summer to help campaign, which means I get to see her.
The other fucked up thing today is something I'm not sure I'm at liberty to talk about. It happened to Luke, but it was very upsetting. All I can is that a very fucked up thing happened on Myspace today. Like, extremely fucked up. Fucked up to the point where it could be turned into like a Dateline story, or 20/20. I'll write more about it late if it's okay with him. I'm just dumbfounded.
Uh oh. It's been awhile, hasn't it? I guess that's what happens when you go on vacation and come back the busiest, most frantic time frame of the school year. Ah yes, the dreaded time after spring break and before graduation. What a horrible space in time to occupy.
At present, I'm metaphorically dying. Those 21 credit hours have come in to full swing and are effectively kicking my ass. Tech week all this week and all next week for the Festival of New Works is ruining my life. Any free time I once had is gone, and I won't have it back until halfway through April. If I'm lucky.
In the mean time, I dream of Mexico. Not Cancun as most of my demographic would, rather the Valleys of Oaxaco and Mexico, Teotihuacan, and Tenochtitlan. I think about Mount Aconcagua and the Andes. In the past week or two, I've decided full on that I want to do mesoamerican archaeology. I suppose I can relate better to the dead than the living, for what specific reasons I'm unsure. Though were I to pursuit the ethnographer's life, I'd just as well as go to Yemen as Panama. The ethnography on Zibad I'm reading this week I find to be much more interesting than Myerhoff's foray into Venice Beach. I like to think outside myself, beyond myself when it comes to other people.
I find it a little troubling that lately, I've been incredibly excited about my anthropological work, and yet hardly a din about my writing. I'm sure my parents will be thrilled; NYU isn't cheap, and it's not the school you go to flander about changing majors and focuses eight times. I came here with a purpose, but things seem to be changing.
Perhaps this is due to my shift into playwriting. Our concentration intentions are due in a few weeks, and lately I've been leading towards playwriting. An unusual turn of events seeing as I've always been hell bent on screenwriting. And yet, lately the medium has felt to constricting.
I realized today that the screenplay I was writing last semester was actually a play. I had this realization while in Chipotle (I'm there a lot since I'm doing my fieldwork there), and Luke and Sara, who've been with me all year, looked at me when I announced this epiphany and said "Damn." It's a play. It's a goddamn play. No wonder it felt all wrong when I was writing it.
My world is shifting. I'm ready for spring.
I really wish my family didn't put so much emphasis on money. There is more to life than earning a paycheck. In fact, I think earning a paycheck is on the very bottom of my list of things essential to a happy life. But as my mother loves to reiterate into my head at every opportunity: "School first, job second, friends third." That's it. There isn't room for life, or happiness, or love, or any of the things that I hold dear. Just education, paycheck, acquaintances.
Might I remind you that I'm working three jobs. My main, steady part-time job is killing me. It would be the job that makes me leave my core writing class before it is over. It is the job that makes me very unhappy. I like my co-workers, but just the vibe there really gets to me. All this for less than $60 a week.
I should quit. I know I should. It's just that desperate need for approval from my family. Oh, heaven forbid, my job is cutting into my social life, academic life, and is making me a miserable human being. But it gives me that bi-weekly paycheck. That all important piece of the pie. Never mind the fact that unlike most of my friends, I'm not in debt. Or constantly calling for extra money. A far majority of the money in my bank account I earned myself by either never spending my allowance as a child or saving from my full-time summer job. Yes, some money was put in there by dear and loving parents to help make my life easier, but I don't need that money. Just like I don't need this job.
And yet the dollar is what gains you respect in my family. Who cares if you're miserable if you're filthy rich? I watch my sister work herself to the bone and then some at a job she doesn't love. That's not me. I don't need to exist in a world where all I do is work, eat, and sleep (in that order even!).
I just want to be happy. Money isn't going to buy me happiness. Yes it can make life easier, but at what cost? If earning that money is making me want to die two days of the week, it isn't really improving my quality of life now, is it?
My other two freelance jobs are a lot more fun, more rewarding, and a much better deal. I only have to work when I want to, and I get to make business contacts while earning cash. I met the Weinstein Brothers this past weekend, and a top executive at Universal the week before. There's no way in hell I could do that working for the School of Continuing and Professional Studies! Plus, I only have to work if and when I want to.
I received my first paycheck this week for one dig. $36 after taxes. That's more than half of what I earn at my regular job. And it wasn't a miserable job full of miserable people.
