Life is getting routine. It was bound to happen. After graduating from school and doing exciting things for a while, settling into a repetitive paper pushing job was bound to be a let down. The job, which requires no real thinking, is made worse by the lack of work that I have. I am forced to keep up a sharade of pretending to work to avoid being assigned work even more menial that my own such as data entry. The excitement of working at a big bank has all but worn off and I am starting to wonder whether this will even look good on my CV. Will my potential future employers know what underwriting is actually about? Maybe there is something better I can be doing with my summer before grad school.
I have found that I am now living for the weekends. Work days are spent in an underslept, caffinated haze of deliberate desensitization and floresent lighting. After work I am tired and lifeless. By the time decompress, eat, and gather up the energy to become a person again, it is dark and I don't bother venturing outside. If I am diciplined, I go down to the gym to work out, if not I watch mindless drivel on TV or read the Economist. Around midnight I grab whatever snack I can before reading the Mao book that Ashley gave me and going to bed, only to do the same thing again the next day. This is why I was so dissapointed that it rained on saturday. If I was working or if I was not working, could just shrug it off as a Vancouver day, but this time it felt as if half of my week was robbed by the weather.
Sunday was a different story. Partly because of the loss of Saturday, I was determined to make the most of the day. After having an all-you-can-eat sushi lunch with Dima I met Rae and we went for the longest walk we have ever been on together in Vancouver. We went from my place, over the Cambie bridge, over to Main, down to 33rd, over to Fraiser then back downtown to my apartment. On the way we discovered that Main st is pretty cool, perhaps cooler than Commercial drive we also saw that Fraiser is really dead and the talk that I had heard about Fraiser being cool was definately premature. When we finally got home we were both sore and tired. Rae fell asleep on the couch while we were watching TV, it was cute.
I long to travel. I had been hoping to go to New York once more before my parents give up the apartment. Unfortunately, that will be happening two weeks earlier than I had planned and flight prices are more than I can afford right now. As my thoughts race ahead to summer it dawns on me that I will have to spend those sunny days in the office pushing paper. Now more than ever I understand the appeal of a world in which it is "possible for me to do one thing today and another tomorrow, to hunt in the morning, fish in the afternoon, rear cattle in the evening, criticise after dinner, just as I have a mind, without ever becoming hunter, fisherman, herdsman or critic." But then that is not reality.
P.S. To the person who asked me:
I did go to Sydney Academy. I was there from September 1997 to June 1999 which was grades 10 and 11. I lived in Sydney for a total of four years before I moved to Vancouver in 1999 when I was in grade 12.
I have found that I am now living for the weekends. Work days are spent in an underslept, caffinated haze of deliberate desensitization and floresent lighting. After work I am tired and lifeless. By the time decompress, eat, and gather up the energy to become a person again, it is dark and I don't bother venturing outside. If I am diciplined, I go down to the gym to work out, if not I watch mindless drivel on TV or read the Economist. Around midnight I grab whatever snack I can before reading the Mao book that Ashley gave me and going to bed, only to do the same thing again the next day. This is why I was so dissapointed that it rained on saturday. If I was working or if I was not working, could just shrug it off as a Vancouver day, but this time it felt as if half of my week was robbed by the weather.
Sunday was a different story. Partly because of the loss of Saturday, I was determined to make the most of the day. After having an all-you-can-eat sushi lunch with Dima I met Rae and we went for the longest walk we have ever been on together in Vancouver. We went from my place, over the Cambie bridge, over to Main, down to 33rd, over to Fraiser then back downtown to my apartment. On the way we discovered that Main st is pretty cool, perhaps cooler than Commercial drive we also saw that Fraiser is really dead and the talk that I had heard about Fraiser being cool was definately premature. When we finally got home we were both sore and tired. Rae fell asleep on the couch while we were watching TV, it was cute.
I long to travel. I had been hoping to go to New York once more before my parents give up the apartment. Unfortunately, that will be happening two weeks earlier than I had planned and flight prices are more than I can afford right now. As my thoughts race ahead to summer it dawns on me that I will have to spend those sunny days in the office pushing paper. Now more than ever I understand the appeal of a world in which it is "possible for me to do one thing today and another tomorrow, to hunt in the morning, fish in the afternoon, rear cattle in the evening, criticise after dinner, just as I have a mind, without ever becoming hunter, fisherman, herdsman or critic." But then that is not reality.
P.S. To the person who asked me:
I did go to Sydney Academy. I was there from September 1997 to June 1999 which was grades 10 and 11. I lived in Sydney for a total of four years before I moved to Vancouver in 1999 when I was in grade 12.
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