Tough economic times rob you of being able to complain about your job. When you know a lot of people who have been laid off or who can't find wprk, it seems a little narcississtic to complain about a job that pays decently and gives you health insurance. I know this. I do. So, forgive me for what I'm about to say - I really hate my job right now. Before you judge, remember that my job is weird. My job involves interviewing demented old ladies with hearing problems which means I have to yell until I am hoarse. My job requires me to solve problems like what to do with an elderly man whose daughter was arrested for meth possession while driving to their time share in northern Minnesota. My job involves me sitting in a strange man's house and assessing his safety despite the fact that he continuously patronizes me and refers to me as incompetent and stupid. Fun Fact: Everything I just described happened today.
I am complaining because I hope that in doing so I will free myself from the burden. I'm also complaining because I've realized that I am completely overwhelmed by the stress of my job right now. What does any of this have to do with you? Well, I'm finding that I don't have the energy to write. That's why posting has been light around here. It's not that I've been off living the high life and keeping it all a big secret from you. Nope. I'm just trying to get by one day at a time.
I'm trying to get back to the blogging. Really, I am. I love writing and love talking to you all here. It brings me so much joy. Yeah, that's right - JOY. I don't usually use words like "joy" but I'm using right now. This is a sign that I really do love y'all or that I have completely gone over the edge. Only time will tell, huh?