6 months, 6 lessons

Today (or should I say yesterday now that it is 7 minutes past midnight) marked exactly 6 months at my job. For some people, 6 months is nothing but to those people I say, have you heard about the economy? Oh, every day is a celebration, honey.

And, what better way to celebrate than to write? So, here are 6 lessons from 6 roller coaster months of work.

1) Money is not everything. It keeps a roof over your head and a mediocre bottle of wine on your counter. It covers the fundamentals. But, it doesn’t hold you when you cry, listen to you after a terrible day, or fix the problems you have with yourself and with this life.

2) Some things will never change. Just accept it. You can’t always be the corporate Gandhi.

3) You’re only in competition with yourself. To think anything else will only unnecessarily give you premature heart palpitations.

4) Two types of people rarely advance in work: the yes man and the complainer. Gotta find a balance between the two. Losing your own voice will only screw you over in the end.

5) Everyone has some sort of wisdom to impart. The challenge is being patient enough to sort through all of the manure and find it.

6) People are people. They are not numbers, stats, quotas, or robots. They are people. To think anything less is a detriment to those you work with and, mostly, to yourself. So, allow room for the bad days, tears, freakouts, and things that should never be said or done. Cause, chances are, you’ll do those same things and only hope and pray that someone still allows room for you.

And, that’s all I know for now.

One Day At A Time

I’ve found I get the best advice during my hair appointments and waxes.

Today, my beloved Barb (saying that makes me feel a little creepy because Barb and I just met today during my wax but I feel like I’ve known her for a lifetime) asked me how old I was and after telling her 22 she said, “Oh, honey, you’re just a baby. You’ve got your whole life ahead of you. Take it one day at a time.”

Last week, during three different Facebook checks, I scrolled through that endless news stories feed and learned about three different engagements—thanks to photos of perfectly manicured hands complete with the bling and 51 likes on a person’s status.

Get your Reeboks ready. The inevitable race to the altar has officially begun.

For me, personally, I can barely cook a legitimate meal for myself, let alone think about matrimony. But, I do say, different stokes for different folks. Some people are perfectly capable of nurturing a marriage at 22. The best advice I read about marriage was in the article 11 Things To Know at 25(ish):

Who are you dating?” “Do you think he’s the one?” “Have you looked at rings?” It’s easy to be seduced by the romance-dating-marriage narrative. We confer a lot of status and respect on people who are getting married—we buy them presents and consider them as more adult and more responsible. But there’s nothing inherently more responsible or more admirable about being married.

After having our lives on this predetermined path for all of these years—go to college, graduate, get a good job—it only seems appropriate to continue on the path with marriage, kids, and all of that foo fah. But, there’s something kind of cool and freeing about those aspects of your life still being a question mark. Getting eaten alive by the dating sharks isn’t always the best, but once those forever aspects of your life are decided, shit gets real.

So to those newly engaged FB homies, I say congrats. And, to the many like myself who are still going on first dates under dim lights at PF Changs trying to make our jobs sound semi-fun, I say listen to Barb. One day at a time.