I love summer. I am a summer baby, after all. Summer is a time for all things great: summer vacation, days at the beach, ice cream trucks, picnics, staying up late, hanging out with friends all day, driving around for no reason, tank tops and shorts.
Oh, but wait a minute. All those things are fine and dandy when you're 10 or 16 or even 21. It's a whoooole other story when you're 24 and working.
- Summer vacation is no more, unless you're one of the lucky son-of-a-guns who have chosen a career as a teacher.
- Days at the beach are restricted to weekends, which is not so bad unless you live in the Garden State and the Bennys have taken over the GSP and beaches. You could also take random days off but at the risk of unemployment.
- After years of hearing that Mr. Softee jingle, ice cream trucks have lost their appeal, at least to me. Not only that, it's annoying having to stop behind them so that the little kiddies can get their sugar-cream fix.
- Picnics. What can I say? All good and fun until those damned bees show up and ruin the good fun.
- Staying up late is almost suicidal; I don't know about you but I hate that 2.30 in the afternoon feeling.
- All my friends are working and/or moved away, so it's hard to hang out daily.
- Gas prices. Suck.
- Tank tops and shorts are not the best outfit choices, at least not in my line of work.
So, correction. I loved summer. It's hard to love it as much when you can't sleep because, even with the lack of a comforter, I'm being blanketed by the heat. I sure can't wait until the 90 degree day Wednesday promises.
Pardon my attitude, I swear this performance of How The Grinch Stole Summer is coming to an end.
Like now.
*Bows*
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