All my extra-curricular torture is over and I am now working, for the first time in three years, only one job.
It is noon, and I am in my pajamas. I am watching movies will I return emails and answer the phone. At 3pm, I get to do laundry. After that I can go to the gym and work out and climb - with nothing on my mind other than my dad's health (which I have sworn not to fret about) and whether to paint my toenails tonight after I get home from the gym.
Is this how the rest of the world lives? Is having only one job really this easy? Because if so, I may just pay the minimums and hope for the best forever.
This. Is. Awesome.