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holly_evolvingI feel the need to update, but I'm not sure what with.
I have been a very good girl at work. I'm currently taking the blurb for our new website, which focuses only on the stuff I'm promoting, and transforming it into a news story. Which is weird for me, because I come from a world where the things I have to talk about just don't matter. But I have lots of help, so it's becoming less important that I my degree is in LITERATURE and not JOURNALISM, which are very different.
I have something of a plan for the next couple of years or so: settle all my debts (student loans will take more than a couple of years, but I can get them back on track at least). Address all health issues (insurance as of September!) Start on trade school. Probably massage, although auto maintenance is way more interesting. But I KNOW I'd be good at massage, and I wouldn't mind doing it. Once I'm making money doing something I like I can worry about getting into something I'd love--especially since I don't know if I'd be any good as a mechanic. People generally don't take 20-something female mechanics seriuosly, anyway. Sad but true. Maybe it'll just be a hobby when I'm rich.
Weird. I realized this morning (I mean I knew, but it wasn't real to me before) that everyone in my house hates their job. My mom's a paralegal and I know she wishes she was still in fraud investigations. Ron's doing some random warehouse job in Nick's shop because the chemical plant put him in forced retirement. I don't hate my job, really. I just don't care. At all. And I have to pretend I do. Which is annoying. At least I can be honest with Chris and Julie about it.
I miss having a pet. Not a human pet, mind. I miss having a fuzzy/feathery/scaly little critter to sit on my lap while I'm reading. Craig is so lucky to have Bridget...and I really have to start bringing her treats. If she stays jealous of me and doesn't begin viewing me as a new friend, I'm going to end up bleeding a lot. I'd love a eurymastix.
Sigh. I wish I were outside playing. I miss the days of being able to take a two hour lunch and play with ducklings.
If Craig keeps on being this sweet to me, I'm going to get over my body image issues entirely.
All for now,
Platypus
I have been a very good girl at work. I'm currently taking the blurb for our new website, which focuses only on the stuff I'm promoting, and transforming it into a news story. Which is weird for me, because I come from a world where the things I have to talk about just don't matter. But I have lots of help, so it's becoming less important that I my degree is in LITERATURE and not JOURNALISM, which are very different.
I have something of a plan for the next couple of years or so: settle all my debts (student loans will take more than a couple of years, but I can get them back on track at least). Address all health issues (insurance as of September!) Start on trade school. Probably massage, although auto maintenance is way more interesting. But I KNOW I'd be good at massage, and I wouldn't mind doing it. Once I'm making money doing something I like I can worry about getting into something I'd love--especially since I don't know if I'd be any good as a mechanic. People generally don't take 20-something female mechanics seriuosly, anyway. Sad but true. Maybe it'll just be a hobby when I'm rich.
Weird. I realized this morning (I mean I knew, but it wasn't real to me before) that everyone in my house hates their job. My mom's a paralegal and I know she wishes she was still in fraud investigations. Ron's doing some random warehouse job in Nick's shop because the chemical plant put him in forced retirement. I don't hate my job, really. I just don't care. At all. And I have to pretend I do. Which is annoying. At least I can be honest with Chris and Julie about it.
I miss having a pet. Not a human pet, mind. I miss having a fuzzy/feathery/scaly little critter to sit on my lap while I'm reading. Craig is so lucky to have Bridget...and I really have to start bringing her treats. If she stays jealous of me and doesn't begin viewing me as a new friend, I'm going to end up bleeding a lot. I'd love a eurymastix.
Sigh. I wish I were outside playing. I miss the days of being able to take a two hour lunch and play with ducklings.
If Craig keeps on being this sweet to me, I'm going to get over my body image issues entirely.
All for now,
Platypus
