#adultingaf

[lucerovcas]

I'm secretly a koala🐨. __ Went hiking, talked about serial killers, kissed a frog, stole a rock, climbed trees... Now, I'm gonna go try and grow onions and other plants🌿 #AdultingAF (at Barton Creek Greenbelt) https://www.instagram.com/p/B-2zohoFvgy/?igshid=7h3wav1b5ibf

[chelsea-m-jones]

Well fuck... In the car pickup line, still not moving... Gas light is on... It's as balls (100°)... .. It's Friday, right? 🤦‍♀️ #adultingAF #needanadult #mom #momlife #family #mamabear #mama #momsofinstagram (at Alabama) https://www.instagram.com/p/B2XQG08ATER/?igshid=m2a2z4ixfihx

[jonathanmilliondollarsmile]

In Costco just having a ball lol. #AdultingAF (at Costco Bonney Lake) https://www.instagram.com/p/B11qOUwgWQ2H1aeAYGUk7lQX_k00XRdshvHGCA0/?igshid=1xwj0swb8fkd0

[chelle-weeze]

So this just happened!! Wow I haven't never felt more adult in my life ha!

[seesquaired-blog]

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Just spent a good part of my evening installing a bidet #adultingAF #hemeroidrelief #washyoass (at Milwaukee, Wisconsin)

[thekandiladywithatwist]

No more sleeping on the wet spot! Try our Sweet Caress pheromone-infused sheet spray for silky soft sheets that smell divine and absorb moisture during intimacy. Shop online or with me @thekandiladywithatwist ! ❤ @bkbynykkynycole #BKbyNykkyNycole . . . . . . . . . . #linenspray #sheetspray #sheetsprays #sheetspraypowder #sheetspraywillbethedeathofme #linensprayph #scented #linenspraylover #linenspray😇 #linenspraysintang #flirtychats #ᴀᴅᴜʟᴛsᴏᴄɪᴇᴛʏ #adultsociety🍅 #adultsociety🔥 #adultsociety #adultsocietyplus #adulting #ᴀᴅᴜʟᴛɪɴɢ #adulting101 #justadulting #adultingthoughts #adultingaf #adultingisfun #adultingtoday (at Arkansas/Texas State Line - Texarkana,TX 75503) https://www.instagram.com/p/CO89z9Og-eX/?igshid=1ulllizomdnqm

[lilbittymonster]

I went to TJ Maxx to look for stuff for my cosplay and left with a new kimono robe thing and a new set of sheets #adultingaf

[fb101-blog]

@AdultingAf: https://t.co/reg3Nme4n0 #blog #blogger #newblogger #FoodieFriday #foodie #food #foodblog #pasta #tomato #spinach… https://t.co/C8GXAwR5tk

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[raulrey0]

Grading + bball with 🐯 while texting mom. Gobear 🐻doesn’t miss a chance to watch his namesake on the Jazz throw down! #adultingaf #horde #rudygobert https://www.instagram.com/p/Bq6UDb0AlwFX-tR0wv-sf8A4ju7UatORmSTAVo0/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=alcmx0xuk00s

[chelsea-m-jones]

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OMG no workout clothes?! Makeup on?! WTF?! 🤯 ... .. #Anniversary #adultingAF https://www.instagram.com/p/B2FHXaIAcju/?igshid=1vtgdls1ojuus

[chelle-weeze]

[areadingfangirl]

One perk of being an adult is not having to sneak chocolate for breakfast. This was so good, I got to try so much chocolate, and the lady was incredibly nice! It’s evident that she loves what she does. #drinkingchocolate #adultingaf (at Chocolat Vitale)

[fb101-blog]

@AdultingAf: https://t.co/reg3Nme4n0 #blog #blogger #newblogger #FoodieFriday #foodie #food #foodblog #adulting #pasta #tomato… https://t.co/10H9NQKvGJ

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[professionalmillennial-blog]

The Interview

The feeling of dread began with a dream.

I set my alarm for 8:30 AM. I only hit snooze once. I woke up with a peculiar feeling. My dream had been filled with the familiar faces of my last job, the job I escaped from and the job that might have been one of the causes for my migraines. I shook the feeling off and went through the motions of getting ready.

Brush teeth. Detangle hair. Shittily put on mascara and eyeliner. Throw on an outfit. Made sure to have the standard extra resume and cover letter in hand. Got in the car and belt out Paramore hoping it would give me the strength Hayley, the lead singer, would want for me.  I use Maps to find the place despite living in this small town of 20k my whole life. I arrive and immediately became concerned. It was the location of an interview I had previously failed years ago. With that in mind, I step in.

I was given a job description to read. It was much more detailed than the position had been online. It was almost exactly the same as my last job. That’s right, the last job I had escaped. Eerie. The dread rooted in me.  The interview was okay. I tried my best to answer the questions as specifically as I could without sounding like a generalized, ass kissing robot. Just a quick note, the position required I be fluent in Spanish which I am! Let’s backtrack, my first language is Spanish and it was the only language I knew for the first five years of my life. It’s the language my parents primarily communicate in and yet....my Spanish is that basic Spanish that any first generation Mexican can recognize. More than enough to get by on, but at times not enough for a workplace. It’s that embarrassing half assed Spanish you can only speak with your parents because they are bound by societal expectations to love you no matter how stupid you sound. 

I digress. I was asked to translate, like, three sentences on the spot. OUT LOUD. TO THE PANEL. The letter is warning a parent of their child showing signs of depression which could spiral to suicide. Dark shit, right? I was staring at the paper hoping the words would pop into my head. My Spanish is slow and requires extra concentration to pull up the words in the dusty recesses of my mind. I could not for the life of me translate the word threat. I was stuck on it and could immediately feel the blush on my cheeks. The interviewer kindly says, “Just say it. It’s okay. However you say it.”  Bless this man. It gives me enough strength to utter the three sentences out and blunder my way through the rest of the questions. I’m already feeling anxiety in my chest and checked out. He leads me to a computer and asks me to translate and correct a letter. I try my best and force myself to concentrate, but I know I’m typing the Spanish only a mother could love.  As I walk out into the sun, towards my car, I feel defeat. The whole job hunt is defeating. I can’t even force myself to feel pleasure at one of my favorite places in my small hometown, the Library. I drop off my checked out books and do not bring any home. Good punishment, eh?  I arrive home embracing myself for the barrage of questions and terrible encouragement that only my mama can give. I let myself relax, fold laundry and watch a Netflix movie trying to forget the travesty of only hours ago.  This whole experience and everything I felt is hard for me because I hate failing. Blah, blah, you’re like everybody else. I know that and I’m trying my hardest to be humble. My mantra of “I know nothing” keeps me afloat and sane.  I hope that by sharing my selfish, angry, frustrated, anxiety riddled thoughts helps me and perhaps entertains you. By the way, threat in Spanish is amenaza.