Growing Up

My first two weeks of my new job have been great. It's a bit painful getting up at 5:30 to make sure that I can somewhat leisurely lug myself out of bed, into the shower, and out the door (hopefully with something for breakfast in my stomach) by 7:00, but I'm slowly getting used to it. The people I work with are fantastic and I'm pretty sure that I love working with high schoolers. And I'm slowly (or at least it feels like it) getting better at my job.

Tonight, some of my friends are planning on traversing up to a casino to gamble for a while, my guess is that they're already en route, and had been invited to go with them. There was a large part of me that had wanted to throw caution to the wind and accompany them. To enjoy the fleeting hours of the Sunday before Labor Day, to spend some of my newly-earned money. Yet, I know myself and I know how I am with routines and I know where I'm at with my job right now. I was just started in on one of the most crucial and detail heavy portions of my job: Data entry of new applicants...where error is simply unacceptable. And I haven't adjusted to my new sleeping schedule, meaning that I'm still having a battle with my desire to pass out after lunch every day at work. Thus, I made the choice to stay home, and get to bed at an earlier hour so that I can adjust my body to my new schedule and not put myself in a poor position for tomorrows sleeping schedule.

Upon making this decision, I have decided it was boring, lethargic, and lame. It was also one of the more "grown up" decisions I have made ever, considering the ramifications on my job which now means my complete income, my livelihood, my healthcare, dental, life, etc, insurance.

When did this happen?