Work, Actually..

Unfortunately, the internet at Pembridge Gardens, number twenty-one, has been quite finicky lately and access is only possible whilst one puts their computer on the right-hand arm rest on the couch near the window in the lounge, in a 2 o'clock position facing the television.  With a situation as such, it has been difficult for me to update the blog - well, nearly impossible. 

 At the moment, I am at work taking a personal moment.  My desk faces a brick wall painted over with white and is currently surrounded by boxes on two sides, leaving just one side for access.  It is by no means a glamorous workstation, but it suits me well enough to get things done.  I'm working on PowerBook G4.  To the left of the laptop, I have a file of things I've been working on.  To the right, there sits a phone that has no cord, a lamp that isn't plugged in, and a stapler that I'm sure works, when it actually has staples in it.

But don't get the wrong idea.  The office on whole is actually quite posh and modern.  The filing cabinets are lime green, the shades are powered by a remote, and the door leading from this particular office room that I work in to the main lobby is a huge wooden sliding door with a long metal handle that stretches down almost the entire length of the door.  In the morning, the sun comes in from the tall three-panel windows and warms my back and hair.

Every time I think about the fact that I have an actual job at an actual production company doing research and making phone calls that actually matter, I start to think a lot about life in general.  I begin to think about what I will do when I graduate, when having a job will actually matter - when I hit the point at which it stops being "gaining valuable experience" and becomes "surviving."  It's hard to believe that I am so close to that part of my life already.  What's even more difficult to comprehend is the fact that it doesn't really scare me anymore.  Working here and just living on my own - actually on my own, without a lifeline 3 hours away - has made me a lot more confident in my abilities.  Even just getting this job was something I wasn't sure I could do until now.  I think it's something to be proud of.

I hadn't meant for this to be a philosophical post, but sometimes these things just come out.

Can you believe February is already half over?  How can I ever leave this city?