Two very delicious pieces of tuxedo tart later, not only am I feeling like I’m about to burst at the sugary seams, but I’m also feeling like my head is about to burst.
So many things happening and all of them included staring at a computer screen for 3+ hours. Seriously. I’m turning slightly into a computer nerd the way I’ve been staring at this screen for the past six hours or so. Ish. And to think, many of the job descriptions I’ve been reading include staring at a computer screen for 8+ hours a day.
Who would have thunk it?
In all seriousness, I’ve been working on my professional portfolio for several hours today. Will continue to work on it for several more I’m sure tomorrow. Just spend the last hour or so looking up job descriptions for potential big girl jobs. Man, how I want one of those. One where I work 40-50 hours a week. One where I get up in the mornings, and am home by the early/late afternoon. Where I go five days a week and have the weekends off to do things I want to do. For fun! Where I have benefits like health care, dental care, and as Phoebe from Friends would put it ‘a 401-wonk’ (or in normal people’s terms, a 401K.)
I never thought I’d want those things, but after working 3 jobs for the last year, having to give up time with family and friends when it comes to the holidays, or having to give up a hefty part of a paycheck in order to spend time with family and friends…it gets sort of sickening. I want the cooker cutter version of a big girl job. If I actually end up loving what I do at the same time, it would be a bonus. Really, it would be.
Watch, if I have a job in a year, I’m going to be complaining about all the things I’ve listed as desirable above, aren’t I? I can never be satisfied. It will be my curse and a my gift at the same time.
It’s all a part of the journey, right? And if right on cue, Rascal Flatts ‘Bless the Broken Road’ started playing on my Pandora station. Coincidence much? I think not. The Force works in mysterious ways at all times
The big thing I’ve been playing with in my mind throughout the day has been friendship. My two closest girlfriends moved away in the last year are living fabulous lives. Just like me. We’re like that. Fabulous and all that jazz. You really can’t blame us. We were blessed with our charming smiles and stunning good looks!
Regardless of how beautiful one of them is, it’s not going to matter if they don’t have qualities to match their good looks. If they’re going to be catty and bitchy behind my back, for example, I don’t care how sexy one of them can be on the dance floor. I’m not going to want her for a wing woman out there when my drink is left unattended. Friends need to be there for each other when shit goes down. Friends need to be there when one has hit rock bottom, even if you’re flying as high as the stars at the same exact moment. Friends need to bring you back down to earth when your head starts to cause lift your big ass off the ground (and trust me, she knows when you’ve had one too many McDoubles in the last month.) Friends need to be there to pick you up when the love of your life leaves you hanging, bash his name when he breaks your heart, and encourage you when the hot guy from the coffee shop slips you his number after shamelessly flirting with you for weeks on end.
And you need to be those things for her in exchange when the times comes.
“What I expect from my male friends is that they are polite and clean. What I expect from my female friends is unconditional love, the ability to finish my sentences for me when I am sobbing, and the ability to tell me why the meat thermometer isn’t supposed to touch the bone.”
Incredibly crystal clear, Anna Quindlen, the Pulitzer Prize winning essayist. The only thing I might add to that is how my female friends have to, have to, HAVE TO, deal with me watching the movie Titanic at least once a month and having me sob my brains out at the same exact parts. Every single time.
While women can be unbelievably bitchy to one another when we cross the line. Cheating on your best friend by kissing her boyfriend or current love interest isn’t good joo-joo for anybody. Girls, I don’t care how hot he is. If you two are meant to be, you’ll be together, but friendship should always come first. Men will come and leave and stomp on your heart in the blink of an eye. Remember who you’re going to want by your side when you’re throwing up your emotions in the toilet for the next week because he left you…again. That’s right. Your best girlfriend in the world.
And again, appropriately, Pandora played ‘My Heart Will Go On’ by Celine. I’m not kidding you. That song really did come on. Pandora, you are rocking my world this evening.
When we come together, there isn’t anything women can’t accomplish. When I’m with my friends, it doesn’t matter what stupid shit I’ve done in the last week. They’ll laugh with me, groan and cringe with me, all the same. They’ll accept me for me, and I will do the same in return. In the end, they are my friends. I’d want them by my side whether we’re boarding a plane to Kentucky or holding my hand when the doctor tells me I only have 3 months left to live. Keeping my fingers crossed that day never happens. But you never know sometimes. I had a cancer scare. Never saw that one coming.
Just goes to show you can’t take any day for granted because it can change, as they say, in the blink of an eye. An intake of a breath. A flick of the wrist.
Now I’m just being obnoxious
If there’s anything you can do before you pass on from this life to the next, make sure you have that one friend who will stick by you through it all. It helps our health to have companions.
So call me up, and we’ll become fast friends. I promise. A Jedi to one is a friend to all.