blah christmas blah
December 13, 2006
I love my job. It’s great. It’s wonderful. It’s rewarding, sure.
But I wish they’d make up their damn minds about shit.
My supervisor scheduled me for Thursday night from 11pm until 8am. Which is fine. The sucky part is that I have to be at that department store near Baltimore…a two-hour drive…by 2pm on Friday. Yes…this makes perfect sense. I guess they think I can do just fine without any sleep whatsoever.
It’s fine, though…IF it’s only for this one single solitary weekend. I’m not going to make a habit of this, and believe me, I will tell them so. I will do what I can do, and that’s that. I’ll be damned if I’m going to endanger both my mental and physical health for a job that basically pays peanuts.
All bitching aside, though…I think this is a job I can really stick with. Maybe not with this company, but still…
Did a ton of Christmas shopping yesterday. I’ve been very stingy this year, but of course, it is not how big or expensive the gift is that counts. At least, not the way I see things. But we all know I make a habit of wearing my rose-colored glasses quite a bit when I step out into the world. I think I put a little too much faith in people sometimes, believing that deep down humanity cannot be THAT completely screwed up.
I’m wrong a lot, though…
I’m trying to make this Christmas a meaningful one. I didn’t ask for anything except some extra funds so that I can go visit Stef in Massachusetts. I’m excited about it…both about seeing her and the initial drive. I’m sure I’ll feel differently once I actually get ON THE ROAD, though.
After driving through Atlantic City, downtown Charleston, WV, and the beltway around Baltimore, I think I can handle it…but people never cease to amaze me with the extent of their road rage.
My dreams have been getting weird lately. I feel like I’m missing something…I mean, some important message that I should be wringing from these dreams and am hopelessly failing to grasp onto. Often I a surrounded by sex and death and fire. Hmm…sounds like an action movie…but no, these are all symbols of transition and change…but what the hell? Can’t somebody just walk up to me in my dream and beat me on the head with a stick and thereby bless me with the knowledge of all things spiritual and divine?
No, it’s never that easy…
Not in life and definitely NOT in dreams.
Still missing him. Nothing much has changed.
