Anticipation of weekends
Working full-time means any salvaged weekday energy goes towards the anticipation of weekends. You think, This is going to be the best weekend ever! and it usually is, each time.
New jobs mean exhausting oneself fully trying to get caught up — “learning the ropes” is a complicated process depicted fairly well by the phrase — and learning the value of sleep. With sleep taking precedence over going out, you think to yourself, It’s inevitable. I’m aging just as quickly as the others. (I’m past this part, even coherent and somewhat social on weekday evenings now.) My roommate just started her new job, so she’s still in the stage of collapsing into a puddle of tired by sundown.
Moving house means investing lots of time and energy into getting your basics set up. For me, this includes Internet. Why does Verizon think it’s acceptable to have so much of their support lines automated? Can you havepeople answer your phones, Verizon? It takes me through an aggravating maze of prompts, advertising, and hold music before getting through to a real person. Every single time I’ve had to call. Which has been many many times, because the information they give you is confusing and incomplete, and in the end they didn’t show up for their appointment (which had a time frame of ”between 8am and 5pm”). OK, /rainy day rant.
