for realsies though, do people still go through the motions of these hollow promises every year? yeah, we know. you are going to eat healthier and go to the gym more. you are going to watch less tv. you are going to shed the negativity and find the bright light in every day. you are going to stop being so lazy and chase your dream of professional writing. ok, so i say that one every couple of months. but at least i am smart enough to know i am just fooling myself and that the lure of the couch and streaming episodes of “american horror story” will always prevail.
that being said, i don’t want you to confuse this entry with a resolution. this is just my bi-annual attempt at self-motivation. this attack of inspiration’s timing just happens to up the cheesy factor.
if i am going to go anywhere with this blog, i need to actually, like, write in it, and stuff. on a pretty regular basis. in order to do that, i need to share the banal details of my daily life with you lucky people and hope that you find me somewhat entertaining enough to force my thoughts upon your friends and any other bored strangers. so without further ado, i present to you…
“still life: new year’s day 2015, 4:37 a.m.”
this is a photographic encapsulation of working in the service industry. this is sitting on the couch after a crazy hectic night of ensuring that all of your customers had an incredible new year’s eve celebration. this is eating frozen pizza in your sweatpants after serving a seven course meal full of international delicacies that you didn’t even get to taste. this is your girlfriend being left kissless at midnight. and this is only one night out of the year.
there are so many things i have missed over the years because of my career choice. i didn’t attend thanksgiving with my family for nearly a decade, and christmas is usually celebrated in january. weddings rarely take place on a tuesday in the winter, so during my busiest season of the year i have to feel like a jerk for choosing my bank account over witnessing the happiness of my closest friends. my birthday gifts are usually a lame text message sent in lieu of my presence at the shindig. concerts, shows, vacations: these are all luxuries afforded those who don’t work weekends. and it’s a major bummer.
no, this is not a pity party. i am usually very content with the work that i do. i know that i’m damn good at it and not enough people get the constant affirmation of that fact in other fields. and the money, well, the money is amazing and is by far the biggest reason i have never left the job to go sit in an office somewhere. it also affords me a freedom that a “real” 9 – 5 job would not allow. but i am all too aware of how much i waste all of my free time.
hence this non-resolution resolution. prepare yourself to be annoyed by the resurgence of my blog posts. if i know myself at all, i know this fire may only burn for a few weeks. if i slack off, feel free to yell at me. if i am boring the fuck out of you, please speak up. i may or may not care, but i at least need to know. if nothing else, i need to reveal the results of my jello shot delivery research that took place over a year ago. professional procrastinator, at your service.