The Heat Is On, The Heat Is O-On…

In the past few months, almost every single thing in my life has completely changed.

I went from being fabulously single and loving it… to being madly in love with a man I want to spend the rest of my life with.

I went from being a kickass bartender… to being a regular old boring 9-5er (and losing what had been a piece of my identity for many, many years).

I went from working 60+ hours a week… to two thirds of that, and having the time and energy to eat well, exercise, take time for ME and not always feel like I’m missing out on something.

I went from having (almost) more money than I knew what to do with… to living on a (gasp) BUDGET. (Hence the lack of SHOES I LURVE notations lately. Why torture myself?)

I went from having a good friend or two in DC… to having a ton of people, online and otherwise, that I’m really glad to have in my life.

I went from living with two girls I can’t stand… to living in a gorgeous apartment with the man I love.

I went from still feeling like my parents’ place was home… to having an apartment that feels like MY HOME, MY KITCHEN, MY LIVING ROOM, for the first time since moving out. (I mean OURS, B, of course. This isn’t about you. Sheesh.)

And though some sacrifices were made, it all ultimately feels really good. So why the hell am I still complaining??

Well, maybe complaining isn’t the right word. But I suppose you could call it, unsatisfied. I’ve mentioned before that I hate my day job, but I was okay with it because A) they pay me a lot to do nothing, which is kind of cool, and B) I was basically newly out of college and need some foundational admin experience anyway. Which may be a bunch of BS but honestly I was broke as shit, moved here without work, and really needed an effing job. So, basically, it seemed like good justification at the time.

But now, with nothing else negative to focus on in my life, (drama queen much?), the palpable hatred that I have for my day job and the jagoffs I work with (holla Arjewtino, totally could have used douchebags there) that work here has become borderline intolerable. Which is, ultimately, a good thing, because as the economy and therefore the job market plummets around us, I should probably get my ass in gear and find myself a job I love (read: can stand) ASAP.

So, henceforth, I will be scouring the interwebs and resumé-ing my ass off. I couldn’t pick a worse time for a career change, but I also know I can’t stomach this place anymore- where EVERY DAY is a case of the “Mondays” and at lunch I burn 5 miles on the elliptical downstairs just to quell my rage at the sea of idiocy I drown in here daily.

One more thing to get my life in order… (it’s always just one more thing, right?) Here’s to hoping… wish me luck as I attempt to butt rape one of the most appalling (yet eminent) challenges in life: THE JOB SEARCH.

Wish me luck, y’all. I’s gonna need it.