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holly_evolvingLe sigh. So horsie didn't work out. Damascus needs a pro trainer, and I am not one. He also needs someone who is already in shape, which I am not. I honestly doubt he'll ever be a joust horse. He's a draft horse, trained to walk in traces. He gets that, and it's a language I never learned.
Working at faire has been an education in a lot of things. I'm tired all the time and the house is nowhere near up to my normal standard of tidiness...and that's okay. The sky hasn't fallen. The people I work with are mostly nice but we are vastly different for 9 middle class white people.
Work isn't going how I want. I will probably only stay until I've gotten my bearings in life, and then I will look for something better. There's no hope for advancement at this company unless I move to Denver, and that's just not happening.
But things with Steve are really good. Like, amazing. Sing all the songs, ring all the bells, all that stuff. I wish I wasn't so tired; I can't adequately say how good he makes me feel.
Like right now, what would be perfect would be if we had like, two weeks to just cuddle up in our pjs and sleep as much a we want and game and go walking in the sun and make pumpkin stuff and just BE together. The world moves too fast and doesn't give us enough time to just enjoy each other. I catch myself just watching him.
I have a lot of regrets in life. But not Steve. Steve is all good.
Oh! Kitty. Flap seems just fine. The three cats mostly don't bother with each other. Sometimes when it's chilly I catch Flap and Booger getting along when they think no one's watching.
Work today was a beast. Some customers are so very nice, but they ask the most impossible shit.
Working at faire has been an education in a lot of things. I'm tired all the time and the house is nowhere near up to my normal standard of tidiness...and that's okay. The sky hasn't fallen. The people I work with are mostly nice but we are vastly different for 9 middle class white people.
Work isn't going how I want. I will probably only stay until I've gotten my bearings in life, and then I will look for something better. There's no hope for advancement at this company unless I move to Denver, and that's just not happening.
But things with Steve are really good. Like, amazing. Sing all the songs, ring all the bells, all that stuff. I wish I wasn't so tired; I can't adequately say how good he makes me feel.
Like right now, what would be perfect would be if we had like, two weeks to just cuddle up in our pjs and sleep as much a we want and game and go walking in the sun and make pumpkin stuff and just BE together. The world moves too fast and doesn't give us enough time to just enjoy each other. I catch myself just watching him.
I have a lot of regrets in life. But not Steve. Steve is all good.
Oh! Kitty. Flap seems just fine. The three cats mostly don't bother with each other. Sometimes when it's chilly I catch Flap and Booger getting along when they think no one's watching.
Work today was a beast. Some customers are so very nice, but they ask the most impossible shit.
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Date: 2014-09-17 06:41 pm (UTC)