so i’ve been having these massive headaches in the middle of the afternoon at work and it has really been stressing me out. i’ve spent the last week or so trying to figure out what could be wrong with me: do i hate my job? do i hate the guy who sits next to me? am i pmsing? i thought as critically as i possibly could and was coming up empty.
yesterday, i had a business lunch with my boss and the other member of my team offsite at our usual spot and i had a vodka tonic, as one cocktail does nothing to impact my net productivity at the office. clearly my boss agrees with my cocktail theory as he paid for the lunch…within roughly 30 minutes of imbibing the drink, i had another massive headache. by the time i returned to the office i realized that all of my headaches had come after one of these off-site “meetings” and i began to panic. could i possibly be allergic to vodka? if so, what would i do? what would this mean for my life? my social life largely revolves around my friends, food, wine, dance parties, and grey goose. i have been drinking vodka since i was sixteen and i just cannot imagine goose not being a part of my life. i started to panic and decided i needed to test out my allergy theory, so i went back to the bar for another “meeting” after work, this time i had vodka but no tonic and i was a-ok.
luckily it looks like i’m just allergic to tonic but i should be a-ok with vodka going forward. thank god.
why do we have to work during the summer?
it just doesn’t make a lick of sense to me. the structure that worked for 18 or 22 years, was great and i’m not sure why it had to stop. i have a real problem going to work during june, july, and august (sometimes even early september is tough). i’m twenty-six and even though i worked summers during junior high, high school, and college it was a very different kind of work. it was the kind of work that lasted a maximum of eight hours and you maybe worked for two months instead of the full three AND (MOST IMPORTANTLY) your best friend ran the ice cream place in your town or if you’re really wealthy, your friend ran the ice cream place where you “summer.” anyway, even if you worked it was a truly delightful experience and you spent most of your time playing.
i want to play and hangout and enjoy the very few sunny days we have had here in nyc this summer and not be in an office. it just feels uncomfortable to have the same structure all year long. a three month break where you mostly just hangout with your friends really does sound like an ideal lifestyle and i’m not really sure why it has to stop at 18 or i guess 22 if you’re lucky. fickle man #1 has suggested that we create some sort of urban summer camp. a place where we can go to hangout, maybe have a few beers or just eat some ice cream, watch good movies, listen to music, etc. i think this sounds like a solid plan we just have to find someone who is interested in bank rolling urban summer camp and so far i’ve got nothing. it is hard enough to find someone to bank roll a non-profit during a recession but to find someone to just write a check out to a bunch of twenty-somethings who really want to spend their summer hanging out, probably isn’t going to happen but since we are pretty much over the whole being a grown-up thing, i think we might try.
imagine having a grown-up swing set and seesaw, waking up at 10 and having ice cream everyday?
it would just be so delightful. we could be as happy as this little boy on his swing set…
You are worried about seeing him spend his early years in doing nothing. What! Is it nothing to be happy? Nothing to skip, play, and run around all day long? Never in his life will he be so busy again. ~Jean-Jacques Rousseau, Emile, 1762
