Expectation: I will make my lunch each morning as to save money to pay for my newfound bills.
Reality: The Jimmy John sandwich artists literally know me by name at this point and were surprised when I didn’t order tuna.
Expectation: If I go to sleep at a reasonable time I won’t be so tired when my alarm goes off at 6 a.m.
Reality: Went to bed at 10 and still pressed snooze 8 times.
Expectation: I will make great changes to my wardrobe and totally look the part of a 20-something professional working in the city.
Reality: My shirt is wrinkled because it was on the floor.
Expectation: I will be so organized at work and be so productive before noon.
Reality: Spent an hour making sure my email signature looked legit.
Expectation: I’ll be used to getting up early so I’ll hop out of bed on Saturday, clean, run errands, and read some enthralling novels.
Reality: Wake up. Look at phone. It’s 11. Get up, get some toast, watch some T.V., and then fall asleep on the couch.
Expectation: I’ll dedicate Sunday afternoons to catching up on work for the first couple of months so I don’t fall behind and feel stressed.
Reality: Netflix exists.
Expectation: Friday nights are dedicated to trying new restaurants and seeing old friends!
Reality: I’M SO EXHAUSTED. CANNOT MOVE.
Expectation: I’ll work out when I get home from work and then cook a healthy dinner.
Reality: As soon as I get home from work I take off my clothes and lie on the couch for an undisclosed amount of time.