It’s almost alarming how quickly time is going by lately. It’s June already? Seriously, what the fuck? It seems like when I’m working (at least full time and onsite) the days have a tendency to blur together that they just don’t have in other contexts, like school. Semesters go by at a pretty rapid pace, but they’re identifiable chunks of time with a beginning, a middle, an end, and a break before the next one. Work just goes on and on and on. I guess that’s why there are vacations.

Working in the summer also tends to remind me of my first year in New York, I guess because I hadn’t had a real job during the summer before that. Just crappy teenager stuff, like washing dishes or working at Dunkin’ Donuts. I remember being really stressed out at the place I worked at in the summer of 2000, because the office environment was pretty strict and the turnover was really high - few people were capable of getting along with the VP who ran things for the most part, so there was a lot of quitting and firing. But it was also a fun time because I was nineteen and had more money coming than I needed for rent and bills. I didn’t have any trouble spending the extra, though. I think I still have the pair of three hundred dollar boots I bought my second or third week at that job.

Also weird to think about is the fact that I worked with Chris at that job, but we didn’t really know each other very well. I definitely didn’t think I’d be living with him on Roosevelt Island five years later or that after seeing him for two and a half years, coming home to him would still be the best part of my day.