Well, it’s been a week and three days since I walked across the stage without tripping at Montevallo’s Flowerhill Lawn and…
I don’t really feel much different.
The weekend cabin was wonderful, then we came back home and it’s…kind of just been like another summer here at the Tidmore residence. I’m not sure when it’ll kick in, maybe the closer to school it gets? Maybe when I check out more library books and realize I don’t have to be done with them by late August? I don’t know, but I’m waiting.
Of course, I know I’m done with school until -dun dun dunnn- grad school, but it’s just not at the forefront of my mind yet. It was definitely weird not driving back to Brooke Hall on Sunday night, though, there’s that.
I really don’t want to go back to work. It’s just a work thing — I love not having to be somewhere at any certain time. I love days like today when I can just sleep late, and then sit in bed reading or playing Pokémon. I like the freedom of being able to do that, but also being able to, say, walk somewhere or go to the library and just hang out and read or go to Starbucks and write. I hate morning shifts because I have to wake up early and I’m tired the rest of the day after leaving. I hate night shifts because that’s my prime time to be awake and I have to spend it being nice to people I just don’t care that much about.
And it’s not a PSP thing at all — it’s a work thing. No matter where I would work, it would be the same. It’s just the principle of having to be somewhere that I don’t want to deal with yet. A few engagements a week — a doctor appointment here and there, fine; lunch with Mom, totally fine — but not a -groan- work schedule. It’s nice being free, and being lazy.
But that’s not how the real world works. People need someone to ring up their 82 Fancy Feast cans and throw them in bags that don’t cooperate 90% of the time.
But can my graduation money last me through the year until grad school? Please? That’d be lovely.
Well, it won’t, so I’ll have to work. What can ya do? I’m way too poor to fight the man, so at least the beginning of my year off will have been spent well: sleeping late, playing Pokémon, reading, living the way I like to live.
And maybe things will sink in soon. We’ll see.
I’m just a twenty-something now.