Guest Blogger- "I am supposed to be job hunting"

Thanks again to a continuing contributor for this gem of a story:

When you are out in the real world and don't have that serious, "real world" job, you tend to take nothing seriously and act like you are still a college kid. This also includes spending every dime you make and ignoring the call of long-overdue college loans around the corner. The question is, when is it NOT OK to be acting like this? Take my experiences this past weekend...

I hate my waitressing job, therefore I tell my boss I still have an internship every Wednesday and Thursday so I don't have to work. Knowing I had these two days off, I then I planned a trip to the Hamptons with my college girlfriends Friday through Monday. Now that's a solid week off of doing nothing but boozing and laying on my couch when I could be looking for better jobs. Priorities are obviously not in order.

We arrive in the Hamptons. The younger and middle-aged residents here live the life of working hardcore bartending or barbacking Thursday-Saturday night and make as much money most people make in two weeks. People get off their shift Saturday night and decide to go out because the bars are open till 4am. Sunday comes, and while most people are relaxing, everyone who's anyone knows its time to go to the Boardy Barn, an outdoor deck/tent that is only open 3-8 on Sundays. The theme of the barn is to make anyone who is a "first timer" chug beer, and put smiley face stickers on anyone you see. My girls and I obviously had to see what this was about. Seeing as no one cares about their jobs, taking Monday off was required. Any mature, 23 year old would figure that 4 hours of drinking on a Sunday seems fun and then we can just get to bed early. While I do remember the hour of 7pm/last call approaching, my next memory is nightfall and a bunch of us deciding to go swimming, in the ocean. We arrive at the beach and I drop my camera. Broken. No biggie- I'll just buy another one! I decide to go into the water with my zip-up sandals on. Bad idea. We arrive home and the sand has jammed up the zipper and I cannot get them off. My world is ending, I must sleep in my sandy beer soaked clothes, covered in stickers, with my soggy sandals glued to my feet.

While I had my own mini-tragedies, someone also had broken their cellphone, and lost a cellphone. These casualties did not even slightly impact the fun we had. I can concur that after a post-college weekend with your college friends, everyone decides their current lives and jobs are horrible, and they must all move into a house together and start their own company. The sad question is, when is this lifestyle no longer acceptable? And do we ever HAVE to grow up? Suggestions on how to avoid aging and maturity are most welcome!