This whole growing up thing is tougher than it seems. Two weeks ago I worked 50+ hours between Bahama Breeze and my internship. While the two jobs are very different in nature, they're both taxing in different ways. The internship is mentally taxing and all the numbers I run everyday leave me wondering how people do this for their whole life. On the other hand Bahama Breeze is more physically taxing. It doesn't sound like much, but being on your feet for 8 or 10 hours isn't easy. (Plus the service industry often makes you question how people were raised.)
Believe me, I don't mean to complain about either of my jobs because I realize I'm fortunate enought to have two jobs in an economy where some stuggle to find one.
I just never knew what to expect from two jobs.
Pap always tells stories about him working two jobs while he was in college. I sort of just brushed it off, thinking it couldn't be that bad, but I was dead wrong. Even if you don't feel tired while you're working the jobs it eventually catches up to you. I feel like a bum because I wake up, go to work, come home from work, and just sit around before going back to sleep and repeating the process.
I can't even imagine doing what Pap did. School, two jobs, and after a certain point he had to have time for Nan. Maybe I can say it's a generational thing. Or maybe Pap is just tougher than me. Or maybe he's tougher than me because of the generation he was born in. I like the way that sounds so I'm gonna go with that.
At the beginning of summer I thought that it was going to be my last summer to take it all in. You know hanging out with friends all the time, still living like a kid, working a few shifts as a waiter. Stuff like that. But that changed when I landed the internship. I'm not upset by it, though. I couldn't be happier with where I'm at and where I'm headed with my life.
The work week drags on, don't get me wrong, but the paychecks keep coming in and I keep getting valuable, relevant experience.
So basically, life is good. It's hectic and tiring, but it's definitely good.
I'm really excited to get back down to Oakland. I can't stress that enough. This is the first summer in a long time (probably forever) where I've been eager to get back to school.
I guess I can attribute that to all the activities I got into and the friends I made at school last year. Between the Pi and baseball and all the other people I know Oakland is more of my home now than Oakdale is. Don't get me wrong home is still home, but it's just different.
In addition to club baseball and the Pi, I've added another activity to my schedule this semester. I'll be working as a manager for the football team. It certainly won't be the most glamorous job I've ever worked, but the job has some perks that I simply can't turn down. At the very least I'm excited to see what a Division 1 football program is all about from the inside.
I'd be lying if I didn't admit I was worried about everything I have on my plate. It certainly won't be easy and down time will be a luxury, but my excitement far outweighs my concern.
At the very least I know that I have a house full of friends to come home to every night. Isn't that all you can ask for really? A group of people who make the bad days better.
Anyway. I need to get back to work. I'll write again soon because I have a ton on my mind.
NP: Scar Tissue- Red Hot Chili Peppers
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