Rachel A.
Good morning! I turned 26 yesterday. As much as I claim that I don’t care about my birthday to sound like a chill girl, I absolutely care and I get post-bday depression. I love cake and I love that no one can yell at me or make me fold my laundry on my bday.
I forgot about this diary and then remembered it about 15 times today. I think that will make my entry as genuine as possible— no chill girl persona here.
I woke up at 6:45 with my gf Emily and we ate our usual brekky of yogurt (big spoon for Emily, little spoon for me), cinn raisin toast, and coffee w/ oat milk. We watched the Today Show.
I left for work around 8:45 ish and got stuck behind a trash truck. I am the boy who cried wolf when I txt my first client that I am running 20 min behind bc of traffic— I say that every time bc I can’t accept that I am just a chronically late person and it is in fact a character flaw.
I work with babies ages 0-3 as an in-home/in-daycare early intervention (EI) speech therapist. Today on the agenda: 4 in-person sessions and 4 meetings. I wish I took a picture of what “meetings” look like in this job, but my phone was at like 12% by the time I was on my 3rd virtual meeting. For meetings, EI therapists sit in their cars bc we can’t go into a public setting #hipaa. So, picture me, iPad on top of steering wheel, parked outside of a random house trying to reach their xfinity hotspot, crumbs in lap, sweat dripping: A few reasons why this is the worst:
-when it’s warm out like today, you will melt in your car unless you keep it running.
-your phone will overheat during Zoom meetings and you will have to use your ice pack from lunch to keep it from exploding.
-you will be trying to talk during a meeting (with your car windows open so you don’t die) and a four wheeler will fly by blasting “P*ssy f%$ b*tch”
Perks of the job, IMO, outweigh the negatives:
-I stopped at Dunkin’ today and got munchkins, which I do at least twice a week
-I went on a walk in between sessions
-During sessions, I got to paint, blow bubbles, create an obstacle course, and play peek a boo with an 18 month old.
After work, I met Emily at a rock climbing gym in fishtown (PRG lesbians WYA?!). Emily just joined the gym and already crushed a V0 today. I did a V2 today!
We walked over to Cedar Point and raved about how we didn’t have kids and could shoot the shit on a Tues night. We started talking about how we should buy instead of renting when our lease ends next summer in 2025. We have this talk sometimes, and then we remember that we are the least handy lesbians ever and maybe we should keep renting. Anyway, I got chicken and waffles and Em got a sandwich. I got a cider and Em got a beer.
We went home to our cats, Nebraska and Georgia, and watched Seeking Sister Wife. You really need to watch this show, I don’t make the rules.
I didn’t take any pictures today because I really kept forgetting about this diary. But, in writing this and reading it back to myself, I am really grateful for life at the moment. I should journal more :).
