I vividly remember my first *real* job. At 22 I had secured an office job working in accounts payable for a national magazine distribution company. I had my own office space (well, cubicle), benefits like health insurance and a 401k, and I got paid vacation time. This was exciting! A real grown-up job experience. I was a far cry from my past work experiences like McDonald’s.
I started in October. Winter came and went. As spring approached I started getting spring fever. It was that time of year when the weather started getting warmer and I started thinking about summer. Except…
Except that summer when you’re an adult doesn’t mean the same thing as it did when you were a kid. There’s no summer break from being an adult. You don’t get to take 3 months off to hang out with your friends or go camping at the lake or go to the beach. Nope. Bills still have to get paid, so adults still have to work.
Dang. Adulting is hard.