(5 Years Until) My Quarter-Life Crisis


The ruminations, ramblings and rants of a marketing intern trying to figure out what the fuck she's doing all summer... and in life. This intern was very upset when she found out that a "Quarter-Life Crisis" comes at age 25, not 20.

Thursday, June 16, 2005

ice, ice baby

The only thing that I could concentrate on today was how bitter cold it was outside and in the office.




kind of like this



Now, I understand that the "management" or whoever decided the office temperature, doesn't want the employees to be dying of heat during the summer when it's ninety degrees outside. BUT: Today, it couldn't have reached more than fifty-five degrees, so heat might have been more appropriate. And even when it is hot outside, there's a difference between making the office a comfortable temperature, say seventy, and making the office freezing! I literally had to put on a sweatshirt today, with my sorority letters on it no less (completely unprofessional) and my teeth were still chattering away. My boss has a portable heater she has in her cubicle; maybe I should consider investing.

Wednesday, June 15, 2005

balance

It's funny, because, typically, at these start-up companies, most of the employees are male. In my last company maybe 20% were women and at this one, I'd say it's about the same. Which is good when you're running to the loo, but bad when you need some advice. Today, a gentleman invited me out to dinner and I was uncertain whether to go to or not. I quietly said something to my coworker in the next cube, and all of a sudden I hear three heads peer out from different cubicles asking me questions. I really don't think I can describe it well, but just to see them perk up all at once and ask a billion questions... I was laughing so hard. Funny how boys will bring the women together, eh? The five of us who were in the same area bonded for a bit and then returned to our individual desks. The consesus was that I should go.

wave

As I get ready to leave for work, my youngest sister is usually eating or finishing up her breakfast. We chat as I make my lunch. Today she introduced me to her new friend, who, according to my sister, was sitting in the seat next to her. Ah, imaginary friends. I never had one, so it's interesting to hear about hers. I don't think it'll last long, since she forgot about her friend within a matter of seconds.

But, onto the point! Every morning, my sister stands on our couch and waves goodbye to me from the window as I pull out of the driveway. Yes, there are days when she's still in her high chair and doesn't, or days where I run out in a bad mood and don't remember to let her know I'm leaving. BUT- today I told her I was leaving, and asked her if she would wave me goodbye and she said NO!

I know I shouldn't be upset, I know she's only 2, but... I was sad when I left for work this morning. Hopefully tomororow I'll get a wave goodbye.