In the interest of science
I've been pretty moody lately. Can't really decide exactly what it is that's bothering me. I feel pretty good about my job, besides the fact that I don't make NEARLY enough money. That is bothering me. I always wish I had more money; not even for anything extravagant. I'd just like money to do things every once in a while, go out to eat, go to the zoo. I'm considering a second job except for the fact that if I had one of those, I wouldn't have time to do the things I feel like I need money for... and I can't think of anything I'd want to do part-time. No way I am waiting tables again.
I'm going to Houston to see Morrissey this weekend, hopefully that will be nice.
I think recently Ive just been feeling angry, and frustrated. I'm back to that person I sometimes turn into where I feel like I've lost myself, my motivation, my interests. I feel like Im just stuck in the rut of the everyday. I have the urge to do something new and interesting where I can escape, like be in a play or learn piano. I'm looking for something I can throw myself into.
I find joy in planning things so I have something to look forward to. If I don't have something to think about I'll plan something like a party, or a trip. Then I'll stare at my planner endlessly thinking about where I'll be in a week.
I think the glamor of my job is wearing off. I used to take joy in interacting with the patients but sometimes it becomes kind of mechanical. I haven't had the time to get to know any of them or pay special attention to any of them it's been so busy. That's the part of the job I like. Right now I'm sitting directly in front of some kind of large breed dog, hold on lemme find out what this thing is... oh, it's an Akita... or so says the cage card. He is on his 3rd plasma transfusion tonight. He's made it quite clear that he'd rather lay on the floor than in his kennel so I let him go as far as his fluid line will let him, which is right outside of the cage. He'd much rather not be here. Apparently he was eating rats outside and inadvertantly ingested some rat poison as a result. Guess the rat got the final say in that. His new plasma is making him feel a little better and he's getting the idea that he has much better places to be than here... me too buddy.
I'm going to Houston to see Morrissey this weekend, hopefully that will be nice.
I think recently Ive just been feeling angry, and frustrated. I'm back to that person I sometimes turn into where I feel like I've lost myself, my motivation, my interests. I feel like Im just stuck in the rut of the everyday. I have the urge to do something new and interesting where I can escape, like be in a play or learn piano. I'm looking for something I can throw myself into.
I find joy in planning things so I have something to look forward to. If I don't have something to think about I'll plan something like a party, or a trip. Then I'll stare at my planner endlessly thinking about where I'll be in a week.
I think the glamor of my job is wearing off. I used to take joy in interacting with the patients but sometimes it becomes kind of mechanical. I haven't had the time to get to know any of them or pay special attention to any of them it's been so busy. That's the part of the job I like. Right now I'm sitting directly in front of some kind of large breed dog, hold on lemme find out what this thing is... oh, it's an Akita... or so says the cage card. He is on his 3rd plasma transfusion tonight. He's made it quite clear that he'd rather lay on the floor than in his kennel so I let him go as far as his fluid line will let him, which is right outside of the cage. He'd much rather not be here. Apparently he was eating rats outside and inadvertantly ingested some rat poison as a result. Guess the rat got the final say in that. His new plasma is making him feel a little better and he's getting the idea that he has much better places to be than here... me too buddy.