Directions

Let me start by blowing the dust off.

I recently moved, and though my mom keeps asking me when I’m going to move back, I think I’ll stick with it a bit. This is mostly due to there being quite a few things in the city I actually enjoy a lot. Which leads me to my current contemplation: what am I doing with the majority of my time, otherwise known as my job?

I moved due to a transfer at work, and one of the appealing things about it was that I wouldn’t be doing the same things that had bored me to tears. The truth now is that I’m doing the same monotonous crap with more people I don’t really mesh well with. Last week’s examples: 1) I don’t tell you my weekend plans because it’s the weekend and as such my respite from work and 2) Don’t tell me everything looks copacetic at the end of one day and then lecture me that everything is screwed up at the beginning of the next day because you suddenly realized that you never told me what exact format to use, that all this should have been brought up in the TWO proofreadings I had people do, and you obviously didn’t bother looking at it the first time.

So what to do? I used to think that a simple job switch would be answer, but now I’m not so sure. I went to go visit my friend who lives in another city, and met some of his friends that do those things I thought I wanted to do… I just didn’t feel in place, and the part of the city I saw was dull and seemed full of manufactured, ersatz soul. Then again, it was just a glimpse and I’ve been feeling more and more awkward in my own skin lately, but it just didn’t feel right. I’ve been mulling over what to do about this, and wondering if I have the will or the intelligence to find a new path. I fear that I’m not good enough to figure this one out.

My posts are always so saturnine… I should have just wrote about the cars I’m considering to replace my old clunker.