Mrrrauuugnhggghhhh. I'm in a pity pool tonight. All these girls I graduated with are taking parent or rich husband-financed vacations to exotic locations... And I'm staying in to save money.
Don't get me wrong; a quiet night in with the fella is a damn good time. But some days I feel like a sucker. Four years to get good at a career that guarantees a piss poor salary and absurd word hours. Bah, at least I'm doing things on my own like I wanted. That actually makes me really proud. But still... My old screw-up pal is eating sushi in japan right now, goddamnit. I know she's probably also stressed about how she plans to make money once her grandpa gets sick of supporting her, but damnit, that is not what I'm focusing on right now.
Pity wine.