but i kind of need to graduate

Hey community!

My class is graduating in a few months and as a tradition, by graduation, there’s a contest where you collect points from different kinds of tasks, and the winners gets to go outside first during graduation (a huge honor and a really fun thing to do). One of the tasks is to get 1000 likes on a Youtube video, so if you could go to https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=c1hT4fs7yn4&feature=youtu.be and like it, that would be awesome! You don’t need to watch it, you don’t need to even care, it’ll take 5 seconds and you’ll help us out a TON. 

For those of you who are anxious about unknown links, it’s just my class doing the Harlem shake (We know it’s cringe but we had no better idea). There’s music and dancing, then there’s a picture and the sound of sheep. That’s all, no screamers, nothing weird, just us being idiots.

Thank you very much, feel free to reblog this if you want to be extra supportive <3

Ok forgive me but I just need gush about Anissa Pierce (AKA Thunder), a DC superhero, because first of all look at her, she’s amazing:

A badass woman of color whose power is to control her own density (which sounds kind of strange at first until you realize that means she can make herself completely invincible and kick everyone’s ass by dropping herself on top of them holy shit)

Not only that but she’s got a medical degree because she wanted to graduate before becoming a superhero so like???? she’s a fucking doctor oh my god

And she’s multilingual (English, French, and Spanish) so that’s amazing

But wait! There’s more!!

She has a girlfriend who is also a woman of color and is also super badass:

That’s Grace Choi, a seven foot tall (so big!!!) Amazonian and Asian-American woman who is clearly amazing. 

Grace is an abuse survivor with superhuman strength, durability, and healing so good luck trying to beat her up, she’ll kick anyone’s ass

So anyway the two of them are cute together and they’re each super awesome LGBTQ+ women of color which is great

Also here they are playing video games because that’s adorable:

if it’s fate

Sooo I started writing this Sterek fic ~5 months ago as a drabble on my phone, and then it unexpectedly became like 4000 words long?! Anyway, then college happened (again) and things stalled… until now. My first act upon graduating has been to finish this, so here it is at last!

Sterek, 4k, Rated T

(DISCLAIMER: I may have taken a few liberties with the mythology in this fic because I didn’t feel like doing much research beyond Wikipedia. Just go with it. Creative license, whoo!)

Of course the one time Stiles needs a werewolf, Scott is stuck Christmas shopping with his grandma, Boyd and Erica are touring colleges in New York, and Isaac is housebound with some kind of werewolf flu. 

And that just leaves Derek. Of course. Because Stiles’ luck is shitty like that.

He’s pretty sure asking his ex-whatever to help him find Lydia’s cat would be breaking some kind of unstated rule, and he’s definitely sure Derek doesn’t want to see him or talk to him or in any other way be reminded of his existence. But on the other hand, Buttercup’s safety—and more importantly, Stiles’ safety, because if Stiles loses Lydia’s cat then he’s probably going to die a very painful death—definitely trumps Derek’s delicate feelings, so.

It’s not even like Stiles did anything that terrible. He thought Derek was dying, okay. Derek had just fought off six hunters by himself, because he still refused to acknowledge that he didn’t have to do everything by himself all the time like some kind of Batman. By the time Stiles got there, Derek was bleeding out on the concrete, doing a stellar impression of a wolfsbane-arrow pincushion, and what the hell else was Stiles supposed to think? So yeah, Stiles kissed him. Once. 

And for the record, Derek totally kissed him back—for several long, heart-stopping seconds, his hand coming up to brush Stiles’ jaw—before he fainted and the pack showed up and Stiles got shoved unceremoniously out of the way and Derek didn’t end up dead after all.

Also, for the record, Stiles had apologized. It was one kiss, and he’s said sorry, and it was three fucking weeks ago, and he doesn’t know what the fuck else he’s supposed to do to get Derek to stop avoiding him.

So basically, Derek is overreacting, and he should answer his damn door.

When he finally does, he looks wary, standing back like he has to keep the door between them or else Stiles is going to jump him. 

Stiles sighs. “Look, I’m not even here about that, so you don’t have to worry, okay? Also, you look like shit,” he adds, because Derek does. Well, it’s Derek, so he still looks gorgeous enough to be on a magazine cover, but he also doesn’t look like he’s shaved in a while, and he’s got deep shadows under his eyes like he hasn’t been sleeping that well, either. 

Derek crosses his arms. “Why are you here, Stiles?”

“So I kind of told Lydia I’d cat-sit Buttercup? Except her cat is literally evil and some kind of mastermind—”

“You lost her,” Derek summarizes flatly.

No,” Stiles corrects, “she escaped. There were claws involved, Derek. And fangs. It was very traumatic.”

“I’m sure,” Derek says.

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i spend a lot of time daydreaming about my other lives

about the me who lives out in the middle of the new england countryside, where i’m quite lonely, but i have a couple goats and cows and chickens that i look after, and i like to make jam and i have an enormous huge crush on my beautiful neighbor who trades me her honey, and i invite her over for tea a little too often to not be super obvious

the me who was born and raised in new york city, who’s sharper and angrier, yet still so kind, with a fire in her eyes and shards in her words, who lives in a awful gross 2 bedroom apartment with 4 other people and loves the people in her life fiercely and is obscene about her art and smokes too much and doesn’t sleep enough, ever, 

the me who went on a backpacking trip through europe after graduation with a desperate need to escape but it was a lot harsher than she thought but she fell in love halfway through france and lives in a tiny city with the love of her life and doesn’t talk to anyone she used to know; she still calls her mother sometimes, but no one knows where she is and she has never felt so free (she is still working on her french)

the me who is on the road to her first oscar, who manages to dodge out of all the gossip rags, who gets to do beautiful work in a city that she hates but she endures and she is not sure if this is what she wanted but it’s what she has so maybe she’ll run with it for now 

the me who lives in a tiny studio somewhere in stockholm, a me who paints and draws her nights away and spends her mornings kneading bread and folding dough for hours and hours and she never wears makeup and the city is both so busy and so quiet and she works as an english tour guide on the weekends at the palace (her swedish is almost perfect, though)

and the me here, with a loud head and a messy kitchen and a giant heart who spends too much time thinking about all the things she is not instead of focusing on the wonder of what she is

Sirens Call

Summary: Being Lydia Martins cousin, but you are different from her you are something else entirely. Being Derek’s ex lover may get in the way of helping the pack.
Requested: Sort of.
Warnings: None.
A/N: So this might suck but I kind of liked the idea I hope you enjoy and feed back is welcomed. Part 2 upon request.

I sighed running my fingers through my hair as the other held the steering wheel in place, returning to Beacon Hills was not what I really wanted but my cousin Lydia needed my help. With me being a few years older than her I had left Beacon Hills right after I graduated, there are many reasons why I left one of them was all the supernatural chaos that was in town. The other being I didn’t know how to control what I was, with me not knowing how to control what was inside me led me to believe that I wasn’t any help being there, so I ran. I pulled into the driveway of the building I was about to meet everyone in, I recognized it as Derek’s loft, I had been there many times before I left. I turned off my car and sat there for a while biting my lip and trying to figure out what I would say to them after being gone for two years, though I knew what was going on with them considering Lydia always kept me up to date.  
I finally got the courage to get out of my car and walk into the loft, when I got up to Derek’s place I saw everyone standing around and chatting. There was some not so familiar faces which I figured were the new members of Scott’s pack, I walked in my fingers fiddling with each other. “Hey guys.” I said softly once I was in view of everyone. “Y/N!!” Lydia smiled running to me and giving me a hug. She then started to introduce me to the new faces of the pack, I smiled politely and looked around my heart felt like it stopped when I locked eyes with the person I left all two years ago. His greenish-blue eyes bore into me and made me shift slightly, the intensity almost made me pass out I could tell by the look on his face that he was both confused and slightly hurt at my return. I mouthed a soft hello which he then returned with a curt nod, I looked down my feet suddenly becoming interesting.  
“Okay Y/N, I know you are probably wondering why I asked you back but we need your help desperately. I heard from Lydia that you figured out what you are and how to work whatever it is that you have and maybe you could help us, you see there are these dread doctors we defeated them once before but somehow they came back.” Scott spoke, I looked at him chewing on the inside of my cheek. “I don’t know how much help I can be. I’m a Siren, Scott do you know what that means? My song leads people to their death, the only positive part of this is that I can see your past and your future but that’s it.” I said seriously. “If I hurt one of you I don’t know what I would do.” I continued shaking my head. “Let me get this straight you brought a succubus to Beacon Hills? Are you kidding?” I heard Peter say making me growl and turn to face him. “I’m not a succubus Peter they are different, and if I was one you would know it.” I glared at him and folded my arms across my chest. “Y/N but you can lure them here and helps us defeat them.” I heard Lydia say. I sighed in defeat and rolled my eyes. “Fine but after that I’m gone.” Just as I had I said this I locked eyes with Derek again making him scoff and shake his head. “Always running, things get to tough then you run. You haven’t changed a bit.” He spat making everyone’s eyes advert between the two of us. “We are going to leave you two alone. Y/N I have a room set up for you at my place when you are ready.” I heard Lydia speak as she ushered everyone out of Derek’s loft, and I watched as Malia grabbed Peter’s arm and pull him out of the loft as well.  
I finally looked back up at Derek after hearing the metal door shut, our eyes locked like we were talking only with our eyes. “Listen Derek. I’m sorry okay, what more do you want me to say? I left yes but I needed to figure out who or what I was.” I said softly biting my lip. “You left me when I needed you, you were my anchor Y/N and when you left every part of me did as well.” He said closing his eyes and pinching the bridge of his nose, this action made me scuff. “You are not one to be sentimental what is making this any different Der, you never once showed me that I was your anchor.” I growled walking towards him with my finger pointed out. “I loved you and you know that, I left because of what was going on. You shut me out when things started to get worse with all of the supernatural shit an-.” I was  cut off mid-sentence by the warm pair of lips I have craved since I left, it didn’t take me long to melt into the kiss my hands gripping his shirt. When his hands found my hips is when I snapped out of it and pushed him way, it took all I had not to push him against the wall and kiss him again. But I couldn’t do that, I couldn’t let myself be pulled back in again. “I know what you are doing Derek, it’s not happening screw you. You can’t change my mind.” I said starting to walk away. “I will find a way even if it kills me.” I heard him whisper as I walked out of his loft and into my car.

  • what she says: i'm fine
  • what she means: jaehee kang lost her father at a very young age and her mother died in a car crash when she was only in ninth grade so she went to live with her uncle and aunt who didn't love her at all nor did they even try to conceal the fact that they considered her a burden but she still managed to get a scholarship to an amazing university and graduate early because she's so strong and intelligent and independent but that also means that she has no one else and she's so busy from constant working that she has no time to calm down and be herself and destress but she desperately needs time to unwind and relax i mean you can practically hear the relief and gratitude and love she sends through her messages when MC is kind to her or puts her first or vouches for her even when she doesn't know she deserves it because she always pushes her own needs away in lieu of everyone else's and she always feels so much better after talking her problems out but isn't that what everyone needs and takes for granted because it seems like such a simple thing to have a friend but jaehee's so busy working her life away for other people that she has absolutely no time to even smile or laugh or vent or make friends and be happy for herself especially because her goddamn boss thinks that money constitutes happiness and never gives her a break both literally and figuratively and even though she works so hard and that's what she's always acclaimed for it's not what she wants people to see because all she really wants to be is considerate and kind-hearted and she truly is but it's been so deeply buried under labels like 'diligent' and 'organized' and 'capable' and 'thorough' that she's starting to forget who she really is and what she cares about and that she is a sweet, kind, loving person with a heart of gold who always puts everyone else before her and deserves the world and more and i intend to fucking give that to her if it ruins my life and kills me

Okay Tumblr animal enthusiasts.. I need some help

I’m not a fish expert. I’ll admit it. I was given a one gallon fish tank for graduation and didn’t know what to do with it so I went to the pet store and asked the guy working there. He told me to put a betta in it.

After posting a picture of Quixote in his one gallon bowl, I’ve received numerous comments on the post saying that’s not suitable for a betta.

So now I need help. What is suitable? Where do I find it? What kind of filter do I need and how does it work? I want the best for all of my animals, the fish is just what I know the least about.

“I’m being forced to go to a poetry reading by this visiting author i’ve never heard of and i’m waiting for it to start when you sit down next to me and i try to make conversation, and yup, you’re the fucking author” au


Jyn needs to pass Latin American literature in order to graduate next month.

And she is. Kind of. Well, almost.

She will be passing once she gets her extra credit points from attending this goddamn poetry session.

She’s never been quite the best at analyzing literature or writing essays or poems or anything of that kind of sort (she’s a maths kind of girl or more specifically, a programming kind of girl), much less anything past British literature. But she needed to knock out her goddamn global cultures and writing flags before she graduated, so she figured the class could kill two birds in one stone.

The only minor problem being that, her stone was not killing either birds, figuratively.

Which is how she finds herself at some dumb poetry reading by a Mexican author of sorts who is supposedly an alumnus or grad student or other at Yavin University of which her professor could not stop going on and on about because one of his former students was published—and really, Jyn can’t help but roll her eyes to the back of her head.

It’s a bloody poem, Christ, not a cure to cancer.  

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tutor (pt. 1)


You, a senior, who is very bad at maths. Your teacher was kind enough to help you find a tutor who was already in college but graduated in your school. She gave you the tutor’s number because your teacher was also lazy enough to help you arrange all this.

You decided to dial your tutor as you needed to arrange a date. “Hello?”

“Hello?” A deep voice was heard. You immediately knew your tutor was a boy. “Who is it?”

“I’m Y/N. I suppose you heard of you tutoring a student from your high school? That’s me,” you said.

“Ah, you. Okay, I see,” the boy chuckled after his words. “My name’s Jaehyun.”

“I was wondering if you are okay on the 6th?”

“Hmm?” His voice was a bit high-pitched. You sensed he was confused.

“About the tutor?”

“Oh, wait, let me check,” he dragged his word “check”. “Yeah, I’m free. So when and where?”

“Uh…” Your fingers were tapping on your desk, thinking the perfect time and place. “4pm at school library?”

“Okay, okay. I’ll see you there.”

Did you just say you needed emotional support and acknowledgement, you little ladybug? I’ll have you know I graduated top of my class in the Peace Corps, and I’ve been involved in numerous anonymous encouragements on Tumblr.com, and I have over 300 confirmed friends. I am trained in gorilla kindnesses and I’m the top comforter in the entire US armed forces. You are something to me: a potential friend. I will befriend you with precision the likes of which has never been seen before on this Earth, mark my words. You think your pain will be ignored when I see it on the Internet? Think again. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of allies across the USA and your IP is being traced right now so you better prepare for the comfort and acknowledgement, buddy. The comfort and acknowledgement that wipes out the grief you are dealing with. You’re fucking treasured, kid. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can comfort you in over seven hundred ways, and that’s just with my bare hands. Not only am I extensively trained in conflict resolution, but I have access to the entire arsenal of the Peace Corps and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your troubles off the face of the continent, you little flower. If only you could have known how much genuine concern for your well-being your little “clever” comment was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have felt how loved you already are. But you couldn’t, you didn’t, and now I know I need to remind you how much you mean to me, you amazing person. I will rain acknowledgement all over you and you will swim in it. You’re going to be all right, kiddo.
—  @anonaxolotl in this thread (as a quote because the thread is super long)

realistically what do i need to do to get a good job after i graduate because i have no idea what i want to actually “do” in life but i need an ok job within 2 years because im graduating early and i need to be financially stable on my own so i can be away from abusive family permanently and eventually move out of the country so . but im not in a stem field and im a burnout disguised as a good student. does anyone have tips? what kind of internships and whatnot am i supposed to be doing before its too late


Hi all,

I’m going to be opening up emergency commissions. I’m currently an unemployed, severely depressed graduate student with no way to make ends meet. I am applying for jobs daily, but am hearing nothing back. Due to circumstances beyond my control, I’m unable to take classes this semester which means I have no financial aid to live off of. As a result, I do not have the money to cover rent, bills, and food.

My father is being kind enough to cover my next two months rent on my apartment, but I need income in order to survive. 

Thats where this comes in. I know it’s a long shot, but I’m going to see how much money I can possibly raise with commissions.

TL;DR: I don’t have enough money for rent, food, or bills. Please help.

RIGHT NOW I am sticking to waist up shots. Talk to me privately about full body images and I may agree to it for an extra charge!


  • Couples (extra charge per person)
  • Animal ears/tails are A-Ok!
  • I will do furries, but I might charge more depending on how feral they are.
  • OCs and Fan-Characters welcome!


  • NSFW. Sorry guys, I’m not good enough at this to feel comfortable charging for it
  • Animals - Same as above, I’m not experienced enough to ask for money for this
  • Mechs

Contact me at enkai2@msn.com or IM me through Tumblr to discuss! Payment will be through paypal invoice.

Please reblog if you’re not interested in purchasing, every little bit will help!

takemeawaytocamelot  asked:

Okay I need your advice. This is going to sound really superficial, but I'm (hopefully) graduating college soon, in December. I have a car that's a 2008, but he runs just fine and I love him. My parents are kind and generous people and are determined to get me a new car for college graduation. Honestly, I really don't want one. I love the car I have. I don't see why I 'need' a new car just to have a new one. Mom won't let it go. What do I do, oh Gotham??

Dear Camelot,

What a great problem to have! I suggest you ask them to put the money toward something that you definitely, un-controversially need. Such as:

  1. 2 years worth of car insurance payments
  2. Post-graduation housing
  3. A thorough run-down of your car by an auto body shop, just to make sure everything is indeed OK
  4. Paying off student loans, if you have them
  5. Buying some new clothes (especially work clothes) and shoes
  6. A new laptop/cell phone/electronic gizmo of your choice
  7. A haircut
  8. Paying off credit card debt, if you have any
  9. Cleaning supplies (no joke, the good stuff can get to be expensive)
  10. Large quantities of packaged food (again, no joke - load up on the basics and you’ll be set for 6 months)

Readers - any other suggestions for our friend Camelot?



ok i am a completely panicked wreck right now and any advice / empty reassurance from people who have actually like had full time, non-temp jobs before would be helpful, because my only job experience is with temp and/or part time jobs


  • i am currently in grad school (masters program) for health policy. i feel that am decent at statistics, but like in a “good enough for a small nonprofit that cant afford an actual statistician and wants a policy person who can occasionally run some basic regressions” kind of way, not a “actual statistician” kind of way.
  • i am working on a project that involves that kind of basic level of statistical analysis right now for my capstone. it is not a group project, but we are assigned to a small group that meets several times over the course of the semester to discuss what we’re doing for our respective projects and give each other feedback
  • i desperately need a job by the time i graduate in may
  • i nearly failed algebra 2 in the 9th grade and despite having never having had real trouble in any other math class i’ve ever had, and in fact spending my college years as a tutor for Introductory Statistics for Non Science People, i have a lot of residual anxiety when it comes to math

one of my fellow students in my small group emailed me tonight bc a policy analysis group a friend of hers works for is looking for health policy people and she recommended me, and she and the friend who works for the organization think i should apply. my current thought process is as follows:

  • i know this organization. this organization is staffed with people that Do Math. literally the word “math” is in the name of the organization
  • but the problem is not just that i feel underqualified! if that was the only problem, my desperate need to be able to pay my rent in june would probably win out over my debilitating Fear of Failure™
  • the problem is that ??? i dont know this girl in my group that well ??? does she realize she is recommending someone who is certifiably Only Okay At Math ??? will her friend get in trouble if i get hired and i am, as i fear, complete shit ??? will her friend blame her for recommending me in the first place, thus placing a shit ton of stress on their relationship ??? will this random fellow student of mine wish she had never met me ???
  • i mean obviously this organization isn’t going to hire me sight unseen….they will look at my resume….they will read my writing samples….they will talk to my references….but??? what if i manage to convince them i’m qualified when i’m not??? is that possible????
  • i’m super fucking nauseous right now and this amount of stress is not good for my fucked up heart

so yeah input is appreciated

3.12.17 // 11:15 pm // MSC 11+12/31 - future plans + favorite quote

sorry i’ve been kind of mia this weekend, i needed the time to wind down and disconnect after the stress of the past week. since i didn’t have the time to prepare/make anything to take a nice picture of, here’s another one of my #zenartchallenges since you guys liked the last one so much. anyway

future plans: to hopefully graduate college with a degree in bme and chemistry, take a year or two off to work, and then go to grad school. i’d love to live in new york (just outside nyc) and would also love to study abroad in a hispanic country in my 4 years of college.

favorite quote (as usual i’m bad with superlatives, but here’s one i really like): “you are what you love, not who loves you.” - fall out boy’s save rock and roll

anonymous asked:

i'm 24 and was diagnosed about a month ago, inattentive type. i'm on meds and things are much better, but i heard about being twice exceptional and it sounds like it might apply to me. i was wondering what the diagnosis for that is like and if there is any benefit to pursuing that at this point. didn't do any tests for adhd, just an interview with the psychiatrist. i'm almost graduating college and dont feel like i need any accommodations, but i don't know what my workplace is going to be like.

It kind of depends on what your second exceptionality is. If high IQ, I don’t personally see a point – that describes me, and my ADHD definitely caused more problems for me with work than my IQ did. If you think you might have a learning disability, that could be useful to get diagnosed.

Either way, the diagnosis will probably include an IQ test and some academic testing to see how you process and use information.


Me: keeps trying to get myself hyped up for P5
Also me: just keeps thinking about more Kaito related stuff

So uh

Arriving at therapy was scarier than therapy. I didn’t remember dude’s name and there were tons of people at the reception and no one had a name list where they could look up where I needed to be. So I was hanging around waiting when the guy called my name

He looks like a fusion of a lot of hipsters I used to know. Kinda cute, tall, glasses. Soft spoken. It was very introductory of a session, and I could tell poor guy was really tired (this program is like a traineeship for graduating Psych students, by the public university joint with the hospital). But he wasn’t a dick, and I’m relieved. Mentioned some hobbies among the embarassing stuff and he knew Tabletop rpg and some anime lmao. I let him flip through my sketchbook while I babbled

Then I did two adult purchases AND splurged on the owl plushie damn

On the way back I picked flowers and stopped at this place. 

They sell fishing gear and theres an aquarium on the front. When I stepped closer all the fish started slowly turning to me and approaching! I felt like Haru (from Tsuritama)…. Poor things must be bored out of their minds. But it felt so nice to just look at them. The salespeople were probably confused at me just waving and mumbling at fish.

i-love-your-light  asked:

Hello! I was wondering if you could talk a bit about goal setting. I'm currently a junior in college studying performance and I feel like I need to start thinking about after-graduation career goals. I want to be realistic and I'm hesitant to set goals because I know it's important in this business to be flexible. But I don't want to be completely without a plan either, you know? So any advice would be helpful!! Thanks so much :)

I would start thinking about a five year plan, knowing that it will probably change. I would think about where you might want to leave, what kind of gigs you want to audition for, what side jobs you’re going to look for. Are you going to seek out tours? Are you going to do regional auditions like UPTAs? Are you going to live with anybody? It’s okay if these things change but you want to have some ideas of where you might want to go before you get out of college!

anonymous asked:

Jamie, I’ve been offered a full-time, permanent position writing in my alma mater's communications office, and I’ve accepted it. This would be my first actual, real job. I graduated last year and landed a temporary position here. However, I kind of already majorly dislike many aspects of my job. It’s not the type of work I'm doing that is necessarily the problem, but rather my editor and the culture of the school as a whole. Is this just part of being an adult? Or should I reconsider my options?

Hey! Hi! I feel like I need a tiny bit more info to weigh in on this in a way I’d stand behind, but basically there are a few things I’d consider:

1.) is it in your field/the field you want to ultimately land in/even tangentially related? It’s generally a lot harder to get in somewhere for a first job than for a second one, so if this is in the ballpark of what you’re looking to do, the common consensus among my ~work peers and me seems to be that we/they/you generally try and give something a year for the resume line, which is an arbitrary benchmark, but is also fairly standard on a quick read of a resume, that said:

2.) is it like, literally impacting you in a damaging/health (mental, too!) impacting way? I feel like there’s a lot of advice around #1, like in that vein, but if something is truly a hostile work environment, and it’s possible to remove yourself, you’re doing yourself a disservice by not exploring that. And then:

3.) the thing about “just part of being an adult” – this is an important consideration, because as much as we, a generation (and I’m on the oldest side of it, but generally prefer to be lumped in because the generations before us are such dicks about it?????? and i’m too fucking amped up always to let that stand) like to do work that allows us to be fulfilled or not drained or bored or whatever, even when you’re doing something like that – I work for an exceedingly cool company and still have days where I want to lie on the floor – these things are still jobs, and you have to establish what that benchmark is for you, what is dealbreaker status, do you need to be (on the whole) having fun at work or are you okay to work a job as just something you do for eight hours a day but maybe not enjoy, but you find fulfillment elsewhere? like I have friends whose identities are nowhere near as wrapped up in their careers/jobs as mine is, which leads me to:

4.) obviously all of this presumes a certain level of flexibility and privilege not afforded to everyone (often for systemic reasons entirely out of their control!), and I feel like I was able to presume some stuff based on your ask, but none of this, in any way, is intended to discount the experiences and struggles of those walking a much less privileged path than me (and, as mentioned, presumably yours), so obviously basically take it all with a healthy dose of awareness of the lens I’m looking at this through