The More Things Change, The More Likely It Happens ALL AT ONCE!!!

Life has a strange habit of kicking me in the balls every now and again... especially when I start going through some changes. For some reason, when one thing changes, almost everything changes around me. All at once. Without remorse or regret.

I really shouldn't complain. None of these life changes were for the worse, but when three huge life changes happen all at once, it can be way too fucking stressful.

So what are these three huge life changes that has prevented me from talking about The Monkees and stupid people for two months, you're probably not asking yourself. Well, I'm not quite sure on the best place to start this, but here it goes:

Grad School
It took me about seven to eight years to take every single person's advice on going back to school for a master's degree, but as of this semester, I'm officially a grad student. At the time I applied for grad school, I thought I had all the time in the world to go through the program. I had come to a point in my job that I could do it blindfolded while sleeping and still do a fantastic job. I'm not trying to brag... it's just that I had been doing it for so long, that it had become as naturally easy as breathing and walking... and just as vital. And with the amount of reading that I have now, I thought I could find some way to do most of it all at work... and I was wrong.

Promotion
For some reason, I thought I should move up at my workplace and apply for a new position, which obviously I got since I'm talking about it. It did come with a new title, a new ranking (I moved from a LSS II to a LSS III), and a substantial chunk of change per month. But with that comes more responsibility, new job workflows (which is a term my new boss uses and now I use as well because it sounds professional,) and less time to do all that I want to do since I have way more shit to do.

Sometimes I wonder if the dramatic change from completely lax and complacent to ALWAYS FUCKING WORKING was worth the couple of hundred dollars... I still think that to myself, especially when I see a shitload of e-mails, trying to figure out what I need to do when something arises that I need to fix.

And while I was going through all of that, one more life change had yet to come, and would take away even more time from BOTH grad school and the new job...

Moving
It was always up in the air whether I was going to move into the place that I'm staying at now. The new landlord (or rather, one of my best friends) had been trying to get rid of the assholes that were downstairs for being complete pricks, and my friends who are living upstairs were hoping they would just move. After months of trying to figure out whether it was going to happen or not, it finally became open, and my friend and I had to move on it.

I, like all of you, hate moving. Anyone who loves moving does not have tons of stuff with them because if they did, they would realize packing up their shit and cleaning up and packing up their shit and cancelling services and packing up their shit and talking with landlords ON TOP of MOVING their shit fucking sucks. If you're moving shit all by yourself, that fucking sucks... and if you are lucky enough to have friends who are willing to help you out, you feel guilty about having them move your crap and THAT fucking sucks... well I know I did... because I have too much crap. And when you realize you should be getting rid of your crap but it's too late to do anything but bring it with you, then fuck.

First world problems.

I know. I know. I really shouldn't complain. Everything about these life changes is a change for the better. Going to grad school will increase my chances for better opportunities... and I can be a real librarian. The new promotion also increases my chances at better opportunities since it pretty much connects to my concentration within the masters' program. And moving into my current place brings me closer to my friends while paying less. So there really is nothing to complain about... but when change happens so quickly, it's just a sudden jolt to what I'm use to and I have to adjust quickly to catch up.

With the way things are going now, after taking weeks to write this blog and having time to settle and adjust, I think I'm doing a pretty good job of it.