I love my job. Totally love it.
There are good moments, and bad. At least once a day I get pissed off for some reason. Sometimes the politics is frustrating. Sometimes the 'company line' is annoyingly inappropriate, vague, or just non-sensical. Sometimes the coach is unnecessarily harsh.
I still love it. It's awesome. I never imagined I would have a job as cool as this.
It's that time of year when I start getting nostalgic. This will last throughout the run up to Christmas and possibly persist into January, but I'll be over it before Spring comes.
It's not funny.
We were talking about ex-partners at work the other day and I realised that I am not on speaking terms with a single man I have ever had sex with. I find that interesting. Everyone else was still in contact with their ex-what-have-yous. Am I weird for not being in touch with them? For not keeping them around as 'friends with benefits'?
I like being alone.
I guess occasionally being lonely is a comfortable price.
I bet Drew would laugh if he could see me now.
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