Tuesday, November 13, 2007

Soft punches

So this morning I was 20 minutes late to work because I spent 20 minutes in bed willing myself to get up and meet the day. I made it through the same boring walk and stopped to get a cup of coffee even though I knew it would add to my lateness. I spent the 3 stops to Kendall thinking of what would be the perfect work life. I already know in some ways. I want to be Sarah Jessica Parker in Sex in the City. Not really her because she's annoying but maybe have her life in terms of having an apartment, a social life, and a rewarding job that enables you to get coffee and write articles in your underwear. I don't think this is entirly impossible but how the fuck do you get to that point and what do you sacrifice for it? I don't think that it's reality. So I got that out of the way by the time I got to Kendall. On the walk to work I realized that I was not only 20 minutes late to work but 5 minutes late for a meeting. A pointless meeting set up to "encourage" me. To make me feel like I have some sort of impact at work. I think I have a little impact I"m not completely pissed about it but I want to leave a dent and that's not happening. After the meeting I wrote 3 pages of what I want in life why i'm pissed about it and what I think I should do about it. That made me feel anxious so I responded by requesting information from the Aveda Institue in NY. Here is there mission statement:

It seems simple and intuitive, the way most sudden realizations are. It's the Aveda philosophy of learning. We maintain that education should go beyond technical skills. Aveda believes that learning is about more than mastering the craft—it's about growing as an individual—at your own pace, in your own way.

Doesn't that sound nice? It would be better if it didnt have to do with cosmetology. I hate that word. So that is my soft punch at complaining about my "career". I also wrote down the number to schedule an informational interview. I'm getting really good at those. I'm actually not as bitter as I sound. I feel like I have somewhat of a sense of humor about it. I'll figure it out.

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