Before I begin a prosaic “running from responsibility” post and proceed to spew nonsense that is runner’s high, let me first suggest a few other means in which to view my current situation:
I am:
Upon concluding, it’s not too difficult to note the irony of my distaste in prosaicness. These past two weeks has been everything that the word entails.
Unimaginative. Dull. Commonplace. That’s what I’ve come to. A 3.2 mile run to break the mundane.
Wailing aside, I know that I’ll be able to catch my breath upon the completion of three more 25%. That is, August 27th. No, that’s not when it all ends. Not the LSAT, not work.
But definitely a homecoming of all sorts, a reinjection of spontaneity and joy.
It’ll be a different form of running, this one taking place at the airport. And it’ll be everything that running now can’t provide.
- complaining
- missing this:
- terribly out of shape
- fatigued from a 3.2 mile run, quite breathless
And running from:
- 40 hour work weeks. Or rather, to work in the morning, and from it at exactly 530
- Impending doom on the LSAT
- incomprehensible bandwidth limits
- being more shockingly boring on everything and anything, including Skype.
Wake up at 740, throw on some of the “business casual,” make a cup of coffee, fulfill all negative stereotypes of Asian drivers, waste gas by constantly accelerating and braking, tailgate, throw my keys at the valet, take two elevators to the 39th floor, throw my stuff on the ground and go take advantage of what I come to work for:
I actually debated to walk in to work with a suit the first day. That was not too bad of a contemplation, considering that only recently has the new dress code been implemented.
Upon completing two tutorials on sexual harassment and insider trading, I was assigned my first reading: the company dress code:
- “Over the past several months, we have seen many of our clients, and the business world at large, begin to adopt casual dress polices. In fact, as you have probably noticed, members of our own firm have been electing to leave their suits and other more formal clothing at home for some time now. With this in mind, we feel that it is time to officially announce a new business casual dress code.”
- Business casual attire apparently does not include stirrups or rubber flip flops. Good to know.
h me to keep me company.
Today:
- Received my first paycheck. Not tax exempt. At least I have an office with a view:
Tomorrow:
- Going to brave “Carmageddon.” Sitting in traffic will help me bulk up. Call it a reverse-Jonah Hill process.
Upon concluding, it’s not too difficult to note the irony of my distaste in prosaicness. These past two weeks has been everything that the word entails.
Unimaginative. Dull. Commonplace. That’s what I’ve come to. A 3.2 mile run to break the mundane.
Wailing aside, I know that I’ll be able to catch my breath upon the completion of three more 25%. That is, August 27th. No, that’s not when it all ends. Not the LSAT, not work.
But definitely a homecoming of all sorts, a reinjection of spontaneity and joy.
It’ll be a different form of running, this one taking place at the airport. And it’ll be everything that running now can’t provide.
