Well the christmas party was a blast. I got an awesome cotton candy maker. Also, it was my first christmas with Erin, so it was very nice. Although, nice is one of those words girls hate to hear, nice is really what it was. It was exciting, and wonderful and all that, but moreso just nice, comfortable. It felt right.
My job is starting to drive me crazy. Not that it's a bad job, or that I don't like the people I work with, or anything like that. Not at all. In fact I spent a good bit of time last week making ringtones. Yes, making ringtones, by singing them into a phone, and then setting them as my ringtone.
The problem is, as fun as that is, it's time I'm wasting. I've burned over a year at my job right now, and while I'm too sensible to just up and quit, I've also put a career that I went to school for on hold for far longer than I thought I would. I've been writing, sure. I've meant well. I've meant to do a lot of things that never got going. And everyday I go to my job is another day I'm reminded that it's not what I should be doing. At the beginning of every eight hour shift, I look at what my day will be, and realize that I'll have to put off what I'm good at and what I love until tomorrow. Then tomorrow comes, and I slap that damn nametag on again and put it off another day.
The good news is, for the first time in a while, I'm feeling better, as if there is a light upcoming. I feel like the winds of change are blowing, and frankly, they may be blowing very hard.
It will be very interesting to see where I am in one year.
That having been said, if I'm still slapping on that same nametag in a year, I want someone to shoot me.
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