What Phase Is This?

Whenever you go to PSO (Pre-Service Orientation), they explain all these phases that you will experience over your year of service. First, you will be super excited. "I've got a new job! I'm going to change the world!" That obviously subsides and it becomes more of a "I see why you don't get things accomplished here" type of attitude. That is shortly followed by "I'm just going through the motions". Then, right as you're about to leave, you go back to "I love my job! Look at all we have accomplished!" Really, quite the roller coaster of emotions.

However, they never mentioned the phase where it seems like your job is taking over and your life is completely out of sync. Maybe I discovered a new phase? I doubt it, but when I realized that my drive into work this morning consisted of me attempting to eat peaches out of a can with my right hand (I'm left-handed) while I drove like maniac to get to work on time, I decided it was probably time to really reevaluate what I am doing. 

I was attempting to eat peaches out of a can for breakfast because it was the only thing I had time to grab because I was running late because I woke up late because it takes me forever to fall asleep at night because I think about my job.

Thank GOD there are 50% fewer calories. I was concerned about getting fat off my peaches. I'm going to be on a sugar high from my peaches in pear juice, but I will not be fat. And why are the people on the can so happy? I ate those peaches and I do not feel like that on the inside. Maybe I need to wait for the 38.5g of sugar to hit me. You can't rush excessive, swing-your-child-around happiness.   

This is why I don't have children. I need sleep and I need a routine. When I get out of whack, peaches out of a can with my right hand happen. When I get out of whack, I have to throw away perfectly good chicken and perfectly good ground beef because I thaw them to cook dinner, forget I've thawed them, and they go bad. I am honestly not sure when the last time I cooked dinner was, unless throwing something frozen in the microwave counts...? Wait, eating spoonfuls of peanut butter...does that count? 

I should probably take the approach of one of my friends, Liz, and try to turn all this complaining into something positive. For example, I need to quit complaining because I had food to eat in my nice car on my way to my job that pays most of my bills (thanks, Mom). I should also be thankful for being left-handed because that means I'm smarter (ha) and I should be thankful that, even though I'm having a hard time falling asleep, I am laying awake in a really comfortable bed. I'm starving right now, but the fact that I'm starving means I'm alive...? That one might've been a stretch. 

Being positive is exhausting. 

On a completely unrelated note, it is apparently Unmarried and Singles week, so I've learned all kinds of stupid statistics. For example, only 25% of people 25 and over with a bachelor's degree or higher are unmarried. Meaning 75% are married...? Apparently, I'm doing something wrong. Honestly, how has someone not made a Mrs. out of a girl that eats spoonfuls of peanut butter for dinner, canned peaches for breakfast, and burns her hair off with her hairdryer? Clearly, I'm a catch. I think this is where I'm supposed to say something about how men are intimidated by me...?

Now that this post has gotten completely off topic, I'm going to bring it back around to the beginning and say that I need to get my life togetheeeeer. I need to sleep. I need to eat decent food. I need to answer fewer emails after work. Once you get to the point of being tired, hungry, and completely unproductive, you're no longer doing what you were hired to do, and if you're a bad VISTA, you're failing your country. 

That might be a bit dramatic, but I'm tired and hungry so "dramatic" is currently my middle name.  

I want to leave you all with this quote, because I like it... 

"Being an adult sucks." - Me (and every other adult)