Today at the coffeeshop, I watched a girl clad in t-shirt and jeans spread her books, notes, and laptop across a table. She had her earphones in and intermittently sipped on her coffee. She typed, she highlighted, she made notes. She looked productive and studious.
I pined to be her.
Instead, I’ve committed to 20 days straight of work. I picked up extra shifts at the coffeeshop on top of my usual 3 days there and 3 days at the restaurant. My work days will overlap. I won’t get a day off until Tax Day, better known as the day after my 24th birthday. On top of that, my basement looks like Ground Zero thanks to the 3-4 inches of water we collected due to an overzealous washing machine.
Oh, I would so much rather be in school right now.
That said, I’d love some guests posts blurbs for the upcoming weeks where I will be bringing home bacon instead of frivously setting words to paper screen. Your topic: Things I’d Rather Be Doing Than Working Renee’s Jobs for 20 Days Straight.
Email me, yo. Something more than 140 characters and less than Moby Dick.