“I want a lot out of life, but I know my limitations, I guess I want a lot of things and I’ve got my inclinations. I got my feet on the ground, and I’m standing on my own.”
-The Kinks – “I Got My Feet on the Ground”
Hello, at long last, to those who choose to read this humble tale of mine. It’s been a while since I’ve logged in here; it appears that I haven’t written a post since March, which is depressing. It’s also an incentive to call my mother more often, so she knows I’m alive and well. To be honest, I’ve been living the life of the working stiff, and don’t have a lot to report, which is a depressing eye-opener that I need to open my life up a bit.
The last couple of months have been cumulatively positive. I have a job as a receptionist at a real estate company in Washington Square. It’s not the most exciting way to spend my days, but it pays the rent, and it’s never boring in the office. To call real estate a competitive business would be the understatement of the year, and as I’m in charge of managing tenants’ arrivals and departures, drafting leases, overseeing key procedure, and (to be honest) babysitting an office of full grown adults, I have enough to keep me busy, and to leave me yawning by the end of the day.The agents have come to consider me to be the best receptionist they’ve had since they began working there, and I’ve done a lot here to reinvent the company’s various procedures. There’s a lot to keep track of, and the drama never ends. There are angry tenants, happy tenants, looney-tune tenants (one was briefly emailing members of our staff with death threats because we informed him he could not smoke inside our buildings, which seemed to ruin his stay with us). The agents range from your average Joe to socially inept adults who might fare well in a kindergarten class, so I see everything from friendly interactions to subtle power plays to all out verbal brawls (sometimes they’re in Hebrew, but the wide-eyed and angry facial expressions are always the same).
I work six days a week, every week, and it’s exhausting. It also makes it too easy to slip into a boring, stagnancy-bound routine, and I’m definitely guilty of allowing that to take over the last couple of months (the boys and I have made a home for ourselves in Bushwick, complete with a couch, television, and their favorite, a Wii-U video game console). I’ve also been seeing someone who lives in Stamford, CT, and have been spending quite a bit of time there. I believe that a little bit of routine is a necessary foundation on top of which I can build my life. However, I need to stretch myself a bit, because the time to re-apply for school and get back into the education game is upon me. I need to return my focus to passions that I hold close to my heart, lest they begin to wilt. It’s also the summer, a beautiful time when the city is full of life and music in the streets. It’s time to get back into the life I envisioned for myself here, outside of the responsibilities I hold myself to, now that I finally feel like I have both feet firmly on the ground (i.e., I pay my rent on time, and I’m never wondering whether or not I can afford to eat lunch on a given day).
I’ve done a lot of growing up in the past few months. Now it’s time to remember that, as it happens, I’m still a kid; I’m nearly twenty years old, with dreams and aspirations that I’m still allowed to flash around. It’s time that I act like it, and so here are my goals for the summer:
1. Commit myself to returning to school
2. Act a little more like my age (surely the office 9-5 isn’t a fate I must accept just yet!)