The End

When I go to bed tonight (at a reasonably early hour, I hope), spring break will be over. That is fine with me, though; I had my relaxation, accomplished all those little chore stuffs that I needed to do and am anxious to get back to the physicking. I am ending my vacation by watching "Gangs of New York."

I have a dilemma in regards to the coming week: a cook asked if he could have my Monday night shift so I told him 'yes' out of the goodness of me heart and to the relief of my study time. Later in the shift, a different cook asked if she could have my Wednesday night shift. Now, after worrying that I would be at work too much this week, I have to consider whether I will be there too little if I give up this second shift (I'm scheduled for about 18 hours on the weekend). Hmm...This would be a case of getting what I asked for but I never asked for fewer hours or complained about being scheduled for extra. I just lamented, as usual, the fact that I still have to go there at all.

On that note, I close with an adept analogy. I have been doing a lot of thinking over the past week and one question that keeps coming up is "why does Friday's haunt me?" It is one thing for me to dislike the job while I'm there but something deeper is at work when the fact that I hold the job bothers and distracts me while I'm not there. I don't have an answer to this problem, though I won't need one when I finish my plan to make ends meet through loans/scholarships next year (a plan which is currently in progress). But at work today, it occurred to me that still having a job there is like living with an ex because you broke up before the lease expired. Nominally, you can get on with life, see other people, etc. but maintaining that dependence on the other person after the thrill is gone makes all those things very difficult to do. I have broken up with Friday's and have told her about falling in love with physics but I can't leave until the fall.

I have never lived with a girlfriend, though, so what do I know?