Monthly Archives: August 2013

This Is What It Feels Like

David V DartelIt’s been quite a bit of time since I last wrote on this thing, huh. What’s strange is that it is not for lack of things to say because, let’s be frank, anyone who has ever met me knows I’m never without words. If I’m being totally truthful, I can’t say I’ve been too busy – because I could’ve found time to write here and there. I will say, however, that I don’t think I wanted to hear or read what I would have written in those stolen moments.

Upon graduating nearly three months ago, my day-to-day has taken a complete one-eighty. Gone are the days when I trekked to and from Grand Central, the pages and pages of notes procured in dozens of lecture halls have been trashed, and the hard-earned, yet still imaginary, paystubs of interning have been bid adieu. Now, my Monday through Friday consists of working nine-to-six at a desk. My weekends are suddenly free game, my paychecks are suddenly gargantuan in comparison to what they once were (yet they seem to disappear just as quickly…), and if I stay awake past eleven pm, it’s considered a “late night.” What’s more is that my days feel like the crawl by but the weeks seem to race faster than light. I’ve blinked and my summer has all but disappeared, without so much as a good suntan to remember it by.
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A Note of Thanks

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To my beloved LIRR,

I just wanted to take the time to write you a letter to say thank you.

Thank you!

Thank you for always keeping me on my toes, taking me to new places, and never providing me with a dull moment. Truly, it’s always an adventure when we spend time together – I never know what’s going to happen! I am so glad that I get to spend more time with you than my own family.

For instance, this morning. LOVED what you did this morning. Your website told me you’d be on time and, oh, guess what?! You made me thirty minutes late to work – for the third week in a row! ¬†Thank you so much for that! I love sending my boss horribly apologetic emails about why, even though I leave a full hour and a half before I have to be in the office, I can’t seem to get to work on time. Racking up those “Worst Employee Ever” points as the resident “late girl” is exactly what I wanted merely two months into my new job.