Another update
Been awhile since I've written, I know. I guess I just haven't felt the urge to put thoughts and feelings to pen (or in this case, keys). The days have fallen into a routine of sorts. Work, work out at work, sleep, repeat. I have a new lieutenant now, and I think he's going to work out pretty well. I've known him for a few years now, and he's a decent guy. He doesn't mind my rather, ah, offbeat sense of humor so that's a definte plus.
I was told at work the other night that I should charge for counseling sessions. For whatever reason, it seems that whenever someone comes into the area I work and spend any amount of time, they feel the need to unburden their souls to me. Needless to say, this means I've been privy to some rather awkward secrets that must remain secret. It's given me great insight into the minds of the folks I work with and helped me understand better some of the things they're going through. Unfortunately this does not leave me with anyone I can really open up to, as I hear the negative about a lot of folks (it's interesting to hear both sides of an argument when neither side knows I've already been informed). Remaining objective is hard to do sometimes.
I say that because I've made an effort to try and open up a little more. Most of my life I've been reluctant to open up to people because I fear being hurt. It's probably not a significant fear to most, but my childhood left me a little bitter about opening up to people emotionally.
Yeah, I'm whining. Sometimes when I'm talking with someone, either online or in person I'll be looking them right in the eye, nodding as I'm listening to them dump their problems and the whole time I'll be wondering inside why they never ask how I'm doing. Selfish, right? The sad thing is, even when they do ask, I'll more often than not say everything's fine when it's anything but. I guess I just have a hard time attaching any importance to what I feel...sort of a thought along the lines of "why should they care?". Gah.
Wow, that turned out to be a little more in-depth than I intended. I apologize for those of you who just read that and thought "wtf?".
My dad's back went out the other day. It sounds like a muscle seized up and cramped badly, to the point where he had to go to urgent care and get checked out. After getting the Twin V's (Valium and Vicodin), he seems better. I'm hoping he'll look into going to a chiropractor.
A guy at work that has made me something of a project (he hits the gym with me and has been giving nutritional advice) is about to be paid back. My folks decided to downside their DVD and VHS collection in a massive way. The guy (Mike) was divorced not long ago, and in the process lost his DVD collection. He's about to get the instant movie collection. I just hope he likes them.
That's all for now.
I was told at work the other night that I should charge for counseling sessions. For whatever reason, it seems that whenever someone comes into the area I work and spend any amount of time, they feel the need to unburden their souls to me. Needless to say, this means I've been privy to some rather awkward secrets that must remain secret. It's given me great insight into the minds of the folks I work with and helped me understand better some of the things they're going through. Unfortunately this does not leave me with anyone I can really open up to, as I hear the negative about a lot of folks (it's interesting to hear both sides of an argument when neither side knows I've already been informed). Remaining objective is hard to do sometimes.
I say that because I've made an effort to try and open up a little more. Most of my life I've been reluctant to open up to people because I fear being hurt. It's probably not a significant fear to most, but my childhood left me a little bitter about opening up to people emotionally.
Yeah, I'm whining. Sometimes when I'm talking with someone, either online or in person I'll be looking them right in the eye, nodding as I'm listening to them dump their problems and the whole time I'll be wondering inside why they never ask how I'm doing. Selfish, right? The sad thing is, even when they do ask, I'll more often than not say everything's fine when it's anything but. I guess I just have a hard time attaching any importance to what I feel...sort of a thought along the lines of "why should they care?". Gah.
Wow, that turned out to be a little more in-depth than I intended. I apologize for those of you who just read that and thought "wtf?".
My dad's back went out the other day. It sounds like a muscle seized up and cramped badly, to the point where he had to go to urgent care and get checked out. After getting the Twin V's (Valium and Vicodin), he seems better. I'm hoping he'll look into going to a chiropractor.
A guy at work that has made me something of a project (he hits the gym with me and has been giving nutritional advice) is about to be paid back. My folks decided to downside their DVD and VHS collection in a massive way. The guy (Mike) was divorced not long ago, and in the process lost his DVD collection. He's about to get the instant movie collection. I just hope he likes them.
That's all for now.