I couldn't wait for the semester to end. It's always like that. I want so much for it to start, the enthusiasm kicks in, then the plateau...
The plateau rolls along for a few weeks, then it breaks into a downhill slide. It doesn't start gently, nooooooooo. It's more like you're on the side of a snow covered mountain when you realize that just the wrong move will send millions of tons of snow crashing down on you. Then, like a jerk on a cell phone in a theater, something fires off a cannon into it and it becomes a mad dash to the last day of finals.
I've been doing this far too long.
The breaks aren't as bad, but they're bad nonetheless. School got out 2 weeks ago, and I kinda wanted to coast for awhile. Financially, it looked feasible. (read: short term) Then begins the job hunt.
How the heck can something be both boring and stressful? This was the first time in the history of Saltine that I've ever been driven crazy by a literal nothing. An actual absence. But it ended. Your favorite sodium encrusted wafer is gainfully employed.
At night. Yes, I found another* job auditing a hotel. Now begins the annoying process of re-training my rebellious body. I forgot how tired I was when I started that before.
(*if you don't already know, I'm not telling)
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