My Best Friend has a Real Job

I've graduated from University, I have a degree, strangely I don't feel any different and I'm glad.

It means that I haven't been waiting for something 'life-altering' and am now disappointed. It means that I'm happy doing what I'm doing, working as a beer wench, awaiting more schooling before I can begin a career (a real person job).

My father said the convocation ceremony was "like watching grass grow," and I thought that was quite fitting since that's what life is like for me right now, literally. I watch grass, weeds, rabbits, and bad golfers during the day at my (hopefully) last minimum wage-paying summer job ever. I bring beer to snooty people with too much money, and to people with mullets wearing t-shirts they got free from 2-4's of beer. I am truly a multi-cultural maven.

Social aspects of life are also annoyingly grass-like lately. It seems that many events are going on and yet "nothing" is always happening after work. That's sort of a confusing way of saying that I often find myself feeling stressed about being overbooked for things (borrelli bbq, work, convocation, movies, house-hunting, barrie-visiting, best friend reunion, etc.) but at the same time I sit and play text-twist (which is evil like snood) because I have nothing else to do.

How is this anything like grass you ask, and wtf are you talking about Sherry?

Well, let me explain it this way: this summer I no longer have to cut my parents' giant lawn with my grandmother because I am not in Utopia, but it was an experience. You never realize how quickly grass grows until you become responsible for a lot of it. Just when you think that it has been tamed and you "just cut it a few days ago," you discover that it has been about two weeks and there is a small circus living in the lengthy green stuff out front.

My life is just like my parents' unruly, yet impecably groomed lawn. Often it's trimmed and tied-in, organized and pristine. Lovely in its simplicity and stability. Then when you begin to forget about it and become easy with the status-quo, everything changes.

The thing is that it (grass/life/whatever it is that I'm writing about) has always been changing, and always will be changing, but I'll continue to forget. The cycle will repeat (that's what they do).

So I guess what I'm saying is that I'll never be patient enough to actually watch the grass grow, but every now and then I like to lie in it to remember that it will always be different.

(and crawling with bugs).

Congrats Best Friend!
P.S. If you ever become a Republican we can't be friends anymore.