After several months of job searching I was offered three positions in one week.
Ever the busy bee, I accepted two. One is an amazing internship exactly in my field that is very exciting to me. However, part time doesn’t pay the bills, so I accepted another one in at an upscale bar/restaurant in the downtown area where I live. Exhausted after my first night back in hospitality, I reflected on my life. Back in school, great internship in my field and working downtown. Did I just turn 20 or 30?
The first night I worked, I was yawning by 9 wondering how I’d make it through the week. The second night after subsequent more yawning, I said to a customer that I hadn’t worked this late in a while. He looked at me funny and said, “Um, it’s 9:45.” Yep, I’m definitely 30. Once I get in a flow things will get easier, but Scott for one is not thrilled with my new schedule. If I don’t have time to date a guy I’m dating, how will I ever have time to date anyone else?
On the third night, I met a couple of hotties and there it was; time management. Poker tournament, trivia, karaoke, live entertainment, a DJ etc. a different theme every night all coming to me while I got paid. This seemed similar to many of the singles events I’ve been trying out, but I don’t even have to go anywhere. Granted, these were not singles’ events, but they were all in one place that I had to be at. I’m not stupid enough to date a coworker or regular but the amount of men, single men, I was meeting had just increased dramatically. As long as I could stay awake for it that is.
On the fourth night I was supposed to meet up with Scott after work and when my 3am phone call when unanswered, I just sighed. I could see things declining. Before I had so much flexibility and had ample time to get together. Now I was squeezing lunches between jobs or late night Steak & Shake after classes. Only one week and like a tornado coming down the street I could see the damage spiraling. It wasn’t that everything was more important then him, it was more important than a relationship.
When it comes to dating there appears to be a definite expiration date. You can only date for so long before breaking up or committing. Were Scott and I reaching ours? I was already slightly more short-tempered due to lack of sleep and he was too due to frustration with me.
So often I tend to wait until everything has completely soured before admitting the spoil. As I wrote out my schedule for my intern boss, I had to wonder, would it be kinder to him, to end it while it’s still sweet?
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