glamerdork

It's only been two weeks since starting this 50-hour work week taste of the 'real world' and already I am P-O-O-P-E-D. I really like my jobs, I do-- but still, this working 8 to 11 hours a day is getting to me. Already.

So I work at this really awesome theatre company doing PR stuff and then, seperately, sell jewelery part time. I used to think that I'd be good at multi-tasking, but I have realized I'm plain awful at it. But at least when I do get things done, I usually do a pretty good job. It's just trying to sort out what to do first and what to wait on that throws me off. It's this always having something else to do after you complete one task that kills me. I need some time in between projects to breathe. Even if I have, like, seven projects to do- I need to do them, stop, then move on to the next seven. But this consistency is just hard. I don't know how adults do it. Except, oh, wait, I *am* an adult now. Scary.

When do I get to go back to school for grad study again?

Eh... not for a while. Right now I need to really get my life in check. I keep wavering in and out of my bouts of depression, but for the most part I'm currently just excited about the novelty of this next phase of my life that's still really in it's first days of life. But I don't know how long this 9-6 thing is going to work for me. I've got to do it until July 31, 2006- that's when my next contract ends-- but after that-- then what? I really want to find a job I'll love, not just like. Then I realize how lucky I am for even being able to say that I like my job- with so many other people out there who flat out hate their jobs.

Well, right now, after my 11 hour day, I'm EXHAUSTED. And even though this room is hot, the window airconditioner is slowly but surely working its magic. So I'm... going... to... zzzzzzzz.