I’m not dead I just don’t have internet because Comcast is terrible.
i work here for 25 more minutes.
Percentage of Europeans who agreed that “There isn’t any sort of spirit, God or life force” in 2010
France actually surprises me.
Yeah because the place that gave us Sartre and Foucault is really gonna be big on Jesus.
Seth MacFarlane is in this episode of Gilmore Girls and I hate it.
I just said superwholock out loud how do I log out of this life.
It was my last day working with big boss lady.
Before she left we said goodbye and she gave me some advice:
Slow down. I’m good at my job and can be more focused. Be softer, I tend to get loud and have a cadence that makes me sound angrier or meaner than intended. Listen to what I’m saying, I have a tendency to say “right” a lot, especially as a synonym for “I understand”.
Think about how I present myself. I complain about customers a lot, which is fine because everyone I work with knows me and we have an established dynamic. That won’t be true in a new place. Dress well. I shouldn’t pick up pants off the floor that I wore yesterday and my cat is currently sleeping on. She didn’t tell me that last bit, but I reminded myself.
Go back to school.
I’m gonna miss this place a lot.
if you can’t get down to cher’s bang bang plz stay away from me and my family.
Finally, HBO is being set free.
Bless this day.
I’m sitting on my lunch break at my second to last shift at the museum. It’s also my last lunch break; I’m only in for 5 hours tomorrow.
It’s a really sad and bittersweet experience. On the one hand, I am moving onto a job that will pay me more, and I’ll actually be a full time employee so I’ll get all that fancy stuff like paid time off and benefits. I’ll be working at a well respected organization that I’m excited to be joining. Everyone I’ve interacted with so far has been very kind and welcoming, and I have no real reason to be apprehensive.
But the museum was the first job I had out of college. I didn’t realize how much I’ve built a little home where I work. I’ve been making a mental checklist of things I need to make sure to grab from my cubicle before I leave: my hand lotion, my birthday card from last year, and the Christmas card I hung up almost a year ago. I’m a sentimental hoarder.
On Tuesday I said goodbye to the first coworker. I won’t work with her again. It’s weird because we’re not friends. I won’t hang out with her and won’t keep in touch, but that’s fine. I have no investment in our personal relationship. But she was great to work with. We communicated well and coordinating any projects was a breeze. It’s like that, really, with all my current coworkers. The thing I’m most scared of is that it won’t be that way at my new job.
I’m happy about the time I spent here. I love how awesome people find it when I tell them where I work, and I love that I do a lot for a Philadelphia institution. While packing to move, I found a picture of me on a class trip to the museum in 7th grade, and when I walk through the museum I see other 7th graders using the same interactives and continuing on their own school traditions. I’m really grateful to be part of that. I’m glad I found my place working for cultural institutions.
On Monday morning, I will wake up in a new apartment, get on a bus route I’ve never taken before, and walk into a new office for the first time. Mostly, I’m excited for this knot in my stomach to go away.
I just looked at my recently used Emojis tab and it was only the poop emoji and the panda emoji.
I just feel as though I’m not living up to my full emoji potential.