Didn't get the promotion at work. There were two of us who made it to the final round out of 15 total applicants. I'm supposed to be in line for the next spot that comes open once we get some training classes in there. I'll believe it when it happens. Until then, keeping head down and keeping the local queue clear. The best news, I'll supposedly have time for some sort of training and should be able to head to the coast with Scott.
Speaking of Scott, it's been a great weekend so far. Stayed up way too late Saturday night at the new place watching a movie with the guys. Nice to be some place where the AC works. And nice to have someone to snuggle up with. Yay.
Band practice this afternoon... been awhile since I've been able to make it to one, and they sounded good. They've got two shows at the Big Nasty Hill Climb in New Plymouth this weekend. Looking forward to everything except the weather. Supposed to be another fucking scorcher this week. Global warming whuh?
I'm not positive, but I think the weather has something to do with Roscoe's weight loss. At least, I hope that's why he's looking so thin. He's also been dropping his undercoat for the past month. Seems later than last year, and it got hotter earlier this year. Going to try some different food, see if I can't fatten him up.
Noticed something in conversation today... for the most part, when those of us who were married refer to the ex, that's what we call them. It's not "ex-wife" or "ex-husband" ... it's just "the ex" (or, ex-person in my case). Scott made reference to his ex-wife this afternoon when we were talking with friends, and it just sounded weird.
I know I don't say ex-husband, just because I have a hard time remembering what it was like being married. I don't want to look past my current happiness to remember what things were like. As I've said before, there were good times during the marriage. But with the way things ended, it's tougher to remember those times. Add to that the wonderful man in my life and it's no surprise I recall very little. Part of that is certainly not wanting to remember. The other part is knowing it's in the past.
And that brings us back to the beginning, our momentary setback.
Things happen for a reason, at least that's the party line from me. Your actions, or inaction, determine the outcome. If you choose to do nothing, you'll never know what you've missed.
I'm not in the tech support/call center business for the long haul. It's something to pay the bills. I've met some cool people there, some of which I'm in contact with even though they don't work there any more. Regardless of the type of job, I'm incapable of doing mediocre work. I've tried that, and it's not satisfying or stimulation. I like to be challenged, and I've found a way to do that -- and keep myself entertained. I don't know how to do a bad job and not feel some remorse. Yeah, I'll bitch and moan for a bit, but in the end, I'll put my head down and do the work.
Ultimately, I'm probably going to head back to school, finish the bachelor's, get a master's and learn how to teach. The way I look at it, I'm getting all the shitty college jobs out of the way now -- retail, food service and call center. Yay. So much for growing up.
Anyway, that whole thing I said about trying... this is the best:
Look
I understand too little too late
I realize there are things you say and do
You can never take back
But what would you be if you didn't even try
You have to try
So after a lot of thought
I'd like to reconsider
Please
If it's not too late
Make it a cheeseburger
~ Lyle Lovett
"Here I Am"
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