Today was the last day of doing this big test we run with customers, which is a relief. I like that it gives me something to do but it's tiring and my hand hurts from signing my name a thousand times on a thousand different sheets of paper. I am going out for sushi with a friend from college tonight, and beforehand we are going to visit an old adviser and ask him for recommendation letters.
I asked a former professor at NYU for one and felt saddened to realize that I didn't really make any close relationships with anyone there during my time, certainly not close enough that I would expect them to remember me. I wonder if this is just an effect of having gone to a big school or another thing I really missed out on because I was too busy doing anything but whatever it was I should have been doing.
It's another crappy rainy day here but I'm stuck at work anyway so I don't mind. I think I'm having an existential crisis, but I'm now sure how you know when you're having one (which seems kind of like an existential crisis within an existential crisis if you ask me). I hate everything and then I hate myself for it.
shirt: burberry brit leather epaulet wool tee || pants: vince ponte ski pants || bag: balenciaga black RH city
Is anyone else feeling the effects of seasonal affective disorder right now? I am hoping that's what this is.