so last tuesday i began my first temp assignment. i decided a little while before i left for nigeria back in july that i cannot sit around and do nothing till my next procedure all the way in december. i began looking for actual full-time employment but realistically beginning a job that i would have to quit in a couple of months [or request an indefinite leave, lol] would not be fair to the company. so temping it was, now a week into it i decided to share a report on my newly gained insight and also finally make an actual posting!

1. oh how i have missed being a functioning adult. as nice as it might have been to be done with school and have a much needed break, i so underestimated the amount of time it would actually take to recoup. i somehow believed i would be done with both procedures by now and on my way back to nyc. well yeah that is clearly not the case and to be honest i came to realize what i really missed about nyc was functioning. the day to day activities, friends, work, hell i even missed the craziness that was [is] parsons. the metro to work and the short distance from the train to my building is enough to put me back into city mode. ah the city how i’ve missed you [no offense surburbia but you’re getting old].

2. it takes me 15 minutes to walk the 3 blocks from farragut north to my building at 20th street and L. now not a very fascinating fact but on my first day i somehow managed to be running a tad bit late and my God if i could have willed myself to walk at a faster pace i would have. but alas i couldn’t, coupled with the wrong footwear to attempt a speedier dash, plus the hold up of signing-in in the lobby, i managed to make it to the office around 9:02, a tad sweaty, i mean glistening and bummed that i had missed my actual arrival time by 2 minutes. to be honest i don’t believe it made a big difference [they requested me back past my end date of last friday and my supervisor who was out last week said she had heard good things about me. yay me!], but it was the fact that no matter how hard i wanted to i could not for the life of me make myself move any faster. now i know what you might be thinking: are you new? yes i know i know, i’ve been aware of the limitations my leg puts on me from as long as i could remember but man it can be frustrating. i mean really 3 blocks in 15 minutes, 0.35 miles in 15 minutes! At the gym i look over to the people close by me and they are usually making a nice pace, burning the calories away, then i look down at my monitor to observe my progress at 2.0mph pace, taking me 30 minutes to complete a mile and all i can think is bahumbug! lol. but seriously nothing is worse than having the desire for something, the drive to go for it but lack the ability to actually make it happen. i complain to my younger brother and cousin about the annoying walk to work and they usually respond with a consoling response, or silence of not knowing what else to say that hasn’t been said then the conversation ends with me feeling bad for constantly complaining when there is nothing neither they nor myself can do about the situation, and unsatisfied with their response. a part of me might actually want them to say that sucks and share in my frustration.

rather than a pity party, i want you to get angry with me, for me. what good will that be? hell if i know