Inside the Box

I've been wondering lately where my college experience went. I didn't study abroad. I don't have any crazy drug or hookup stories. I was pretty much on a mission to do well in school and get a job after, and now I have a job...but now what? I guess I should feel lucky to be employed at all, but lately I've been feeling like I wish I had stayed the full four years in school.

I wish I hadn't been afraid of seeming whitewashed and had tried going to an event put on by the Filipino clubs or Nikkei Student Union. I wish I hadn't been such a relationship-oriented person, and had had the gumption to live in a different country without family, friends, or boyfriend. I wish I had more outrageous stories--like going to a protest or streaking in the library.

Sometimes I get the feeling that I am a non-risk-taking, complacent, boring person. I don't currently work in a cubicle, but I will soon. My section of the company is leaving our building in the beginning of June. Then I will just be one of many, sitting in a soft-walled, gray box.

Back to Blogging

I realized that I miss blogging. Even though something about the hobby still smacks of tween angst in my mind, for this blog I am hoping to write posts that are suited to the life and musings of a cool, young professional, like one of the characters in How I Met Your Mother. (Especially Barney. No one is cooler than Barney.) First, though, I need to overcome the tween that is still in my system.

Being the youngest person at my work, in addition to being new and needing to ask countless questions of my more experienced co-workers, has made me feel and act like an embarrassed middle-school student. I shuffle my feet and apologize profusely when I have to ask the senior Editorial Assistant for tips on Microsoft Outlook. I know this will change over time, as I become more familiar with my everyday tasks--navigating the databases, getting the copiers to cooperate, and working the fax machine (I haven't done this one yet...eep!). I just hope that familiarity comes soon, and that it translates into the confidence of a successful, working woman. This middle-school routine is old news.