Yesterday I was on my way home from work at the early hour of 11PM when I saw someone from my high school on the “subway” with me. I should clarify, trolley. Boston doesn’t have subways. At this rate, Boston isn’t going to have public transportation any time soon…but that’s still to come. We chatted a bit about holiday breaks now that we’re no longer in college and how much more we crave our time home compared to when we were coming back to class.
I’ve always been a kind of home body. Don’t get me wrong, I love having an apartment outside of my parents house, but I love going home where my mom jumps at the chance to do my grocery shopping and thinks laundry when the kids are home is the equivalent of winning the lotto. But it’s funny to see now that we’re all in the “real world” how quickly everyone seems to get burnt out.
I have to say, even though I worked yesterday (yes a holiday), I’m pretty lucky to work in this field. Working in television is not easy by any stress of the imagination. Actually getting the news on the air never fails to amaze me. Every day, I sit there at around 4:58PM and just cross my fingers. Back to the point. Yesterday was one of those days when I absolutely didn’t need to be at work. I could have been at the gym with all the January joiners, or running on The Charles in the freezing, or playing with my puppy.
Instead I was sitting in my editing suite with no news to be seen due to whatever that hockey game was that was on. I read two magazines, finished The Hunger Games (sidenote: read immediately), watched The Bachelor and chit-chatted with my best friend about how I think I’m ready to go on a date again (big news people!). But as I was sitting there, I was just thinking…even though this city irritates me 67% of the time, and even though this isn’t my dream job…somehow I managed to get time and a half for basically catching up on my leisure time.
I guess that’s a pretty good life!