Hey man, nice grass

Ugh, I just looked at my “final project” for my docenting. I have to go see 5 more tours before the end of the year, and finish the tours I still need to give.

MY LORD I HAVE GIVEN MY LIFE FOR THE LIKES OF LOUIS SULLIVAN AND MIES VAN DER ROHE. And what do I get in return? What? Bored people staring at their watches.

Actually, not true, I love giving tours, but the Modern one is messing with me head. Because those people on my last tour were so extremely bored.

Anyhow, I have done very little work today and plan on hopping on the IM messenger any moment. So there.

I’ve started the classic Grass is Greener (which some friend of the family suggested should be all of our last names) and since things are so promising (cross fingers and toes) I’ve started to feel very safe and nostalgic about my current position.

I know for a fact it’s time to go, I’m the oldest one here, other people are surprised at how long I’ve been here, because people in this position are not expected to stay as long as I have. I know that it’s time.

But man, safety is a bitch ain’t it? All comfy in my chair, in the quiet lobby, with my green tea and my job that I know how to do like the back of my hand. Any problem I know how to deal with it, any issue that comes up, I got it. I could do it with my eyes closed; I know exactly what to expect each day and exactly how much work I need to do to do it. I can IM, email, do homework, read Television Without Pity and use the stamps for my own purposes. There is no fear here (except for being stuck here for the rest of my godforsaken life); there is no risk, no chances, no failures.

But we all know this right? Without these things there is no success, no learning, no growing.

But fascinating how our minds play tricks on us, one day I hate this place more than anything, the next day, under the pretense of having to leave it, I love it and will consider it “the good ole days”.

There is one constant, one thing that holds true, no matter where I am, who I’m with or what I’m doing.

I hate the goddamn phones.