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Do What You Love, Part Seven
Feb. 12th, 2020 06:01 pmThis is my first week of apartment hunting in Philadelphia, and like.
Everything is so goddamn inexpensive.
Sometimes I forget that Washington DC tied with San Francisco for the dubious honor of being the fourth-most expensive city in the world last year, and then I wonder why I never have any money.
It's weird to think that I'm actually going to be saving money by leaving my job, but the numbers don't lie.
Unfortunately, between one thing and another, my car battery died. I didn't get stranded anywhere, thank goodness, and I was able to get the stupid piece of junk replaced without too much trouble or unnecessary expense, but this is still the sort of hassle no one likes to deal with. I think that being stuck in another city with a dead car would have resulted in no small degree of wailing and teeth-gnashing on my part even two months ago, but I now have enough mental energy to handle something like this with the requisite degree of adult competence and chill.
While I was sitting in the waiting room of the auto repair shop and catching up with a long-neglected friend on Twitter, I got an email from my department chair asking people to PLEASE SIGN UP for a series of uncompensated and time-consuming tasks because WE ALL MUST SERVE THE UNIVERSITY, and I deleted it without reading more than the first few lines.
I won't lie, it felt great.
Everything is so goddamn inexpensive.
Sometimes I forget that Washington DC tied with San Francisco for the dubious honor of being the fourth-most expensive city in the world last year, and then I wonder why I never have any money.
It's weird to think that I'm actually going to be saving money by leaving my job, but the numbers don't lie.
Unfortunately, between one thing and another, my car battery died. I didn't get stranded anywhere, thank goodness, and I was able to get the stupid piece of junk replaced without too much trouble or unnecessary expense, but this is still the sort of hassle no one likes to deal with. I think that being stuck in another city with a dead car would have resulted in no small degree of wailing and teeth-gnashing on my part even two months ago, but I now have enough mental energy to handle something like this with the requisite degree of adult competence and chill.
While I was sitting in the waiting room of the auto repair shop and catching up with a long-neglected friend on Twitter, I got an email from my department chair asking people to PLEASE SIGN UP for a series of uncompensated and time-consuming tasks because WE ALL MUST SERVE THE UNIVERSITY, and I deleted it without reading more than the first few lines.
I won't lie, it felt great.
