Whoops.
I completely let this fall through the cracks. I’m going to
TRY and be a little better. Maybe I’ll pull a total girl move and upload some
of my favorite hair products.
Things are moving fast for me. I am very busy with work, and
that pretty much takes up all of my time. Weekends are hard because I want to
socialize but that is my only time to get things done.
I’ve adapted pretty well to California. I can really get use
to the sun all the time. I still can’t get over how many rude people there are
in this world. Sometimes I feel like I’m surrounded. I’ve adapted to work and
adore the people I work with. It really makes the world of difference, and no I’m
not just saying that in case they read this. Most of all, I have adapted to
being on my own time and dealing with only my own problems which are usually
very small. I tend to take on the world when it comes to people I care about. I
absorb their pain, and this can be a problem when it comes to my family because
they have a lot of it. I feel like a soaked sponge when I go home.
I don’t have any cute love updates, sorry. I’m as alone as a
stick, but that’s how I want it. At least for now and for a while. I’ve made
the mistake of giving up part of myself to please others. My mission is to kill
that and never let it return. First
step, figuring out who I am. Which I think we are all doing all the time, but I
don’t think you can fully find yourself when you have someone telling you who
you are or what you should do. This is the only time I will get to do this so I’M
TAKING IT.
I could give a lot of funny updates but I think the best one
was from my lack of reading due to exhaustion the other day. A candidate asked me for a “lactation room”
and for some reason I didn’t read her request correctly. I asked her to explain
“lactation room” a little more so I understood what she needed. Poor thing had
to explain via email why she needed a lactation room. That was pretty dumb on
my end.
Mikey was visiting the other night and yelled “oh oh look
look.. an armadillo!” It was a possum. Yeah I called you out. Mikey is the most
genuine person, even if he doesn’t know his marsupials versus whatever an armadillo
is.
This blog is more personal than planned, but if you’re
reading I assume you care. That’s what you get when you listen to depressing
music when you write.
Till next time…
