|I reached over to put a playlist on shuffle and accidentally took this picture instead.|
Yesterday was my one year at my job. I can't believe it's been a year since PFF. However, there is a a new girl that started a few months ago, and she reminds me so much of PFF. She has the equivalent of the job PFF had, wears similar clothes, has the same hair color/style, and has a similar personality. I don't work with her or anything, but I see her around and giggle to myself. It's a constant reminder of how far I've come.
One year was a huge milestone for me. When I hit my one year at my last job, I cried. I was miserable and at my breaking point with my job and life in general. I hated my job, my boss made it clear she wanted to fire me, and my one friend in the office had quit. But now I'm doing work I enjoy, I'm being trusted with super difficult cases, and the people I work with are so much better. They're smart and funny and we banter back and forth all day long. We swap snacks and coffee and books, and even though I will never love working in an office, it's the exact office environment and situation I need right now.
I've decided that I'm completely unimpressed with Beyonce. I'm just not picking up what she's throwing down, ya know? I never really have been in love with her. I mean yeah, she makes a great name for a giant metal chicken, but her music doesn't make me want to drop it like it's hot. EXCEPT, Crazy In Love, Single Ladies, and anything and everything she did with Destiny's Child. So retro Beyonce, I guess. I listened to a tiny bit of her new album and felt repulsed. No thanks, Bey, but call me when you're wearing camo again and singing Survivor.
Since we're talking about celebrities, I would like to say that my love for the Olsen twins and pre-crazy Amanda Bynes is unwavering. UNWAVERING.
I've seen a lot of posts about everyone's extremely successful Januaries. You know what? I can't relate. I remember almost nothing about January; it was completely blah and everything mashed together. I even looked through my phone pictures for reminders, but every single picture (no really, every single picture) was of the snow or my cat. That's my life, folks.
February doesn't seem much more exciting. So far I spent a whole day in bed reading, I've gone to work, and then I've laid on the couch eating a grilled cheese and watching Seinfeld. December's 2014 recap is just writing itself, isn't it? I really do want a social life, but I also really don't want to get out of my pajamas.
So I got on Facebook the other night to grab a few pictures, and I forgot to deactivate it. I had a moment of thinking I'd just leave it for awhile, but these horrendous Facebook movies (??!!?!?) were popping up all over my news feed. WHY? Why is this happening? It's worse than those stupid Instagram movies that threw up all over my feed on New Years.
I feel like Facebook has become the sweatpants of the internet. People are forced to be concise on Twitter, people try to start their photography businesses on Instagram, and Pinterest is where everyone thinks they're an interior designer/Paleo chef/baby stylist/multi-million dollar wedding planner. They bring out everyone's inner perfectionist. But Facebook? That's where it all hangs out. People can rant about anything they want for as long as they want, sell the crap they no longer want, post close-up pictures of their kid's bloody lip (I just defriended someone for that), post videos that went viral 3 years ago, virtually smother their significant other, post their schedule for the day (WHY), and visually assault me with stupid links and games and apps and other things that make me want to bang my head on a wall.
I tried you guys, I tried. But Facebook is what happens when you've been dating someone for 3 years and lose all sense of boundaries. Except I'm not dating these people; I can barely tolerate them.