Life is not a constant thing...it's only made of short stories.
I suppose it is time to post something resembling an actual update, right?
I’ve mentioned before how work has started to fill the void caused by my apparent social leprosy. This arrangement was ideal when things were busy but things are starting to calm back down and I’m leery of what chain reaction might be in store.
I realize that some of the comments I’ve made about my job may make it seem as though I don’t like it. While I do like my job, I wouldn’t say I am passionate about it. I know that being passionate about your first real out-of-college-and-in-the-“real world” job is a luxury not many are afforded but I work in a field and with individuals that demand fervor. I’m lumped in with individuals who have dedicated their lives to this line of work and I simply can’t muster that kind of enthusiasm. I can certainly act the part, though. I’ve got to put that theatre degree to use somehow.
The work situation gets stickier yet: If I opt to stay with the current job in lieu of heading east, I’ll be getting a decent raise. Since I haven’t had the courage to actually discuss my future plans with any of my superiors, I’m learning that it has been assumed (and rightly so on their part?) that I’ll be staying put. I haven’t decided what to do - stay or move forward with Plan A. Despite being notoriously bad in making any kind of decisions (let alone important ones), I’ve been hesitant to bring up this subject for advice because I can already predict what a majority will say.
You’ve fooled these people in to thinking you’re doing a good job for this long... so why mess up a good thing?
In other words: Stay for the security and extra cash. I never thought I’d be a person to make a decision based on those two factors. I have to admit it kind of makes me feel dirty…and not in the fun, sex-related way.
I was looking forward to the long Memorial Day Weekend but it was just as uneventful as any other weekend - just longer. My sister and niece were in town on Saturday so we did the shopping thing. Dennetta called when I got home to see if I wanted to meet her for karaoke. Words alone cannot describe the bar itself, so I will only supply you with the following information so you can make the appropriate deductions:
A woman at the table next to us, who had to have been at least 5-6 months pregnant, was enjoying a healthy combo of cigarettes and liquor.
Sadly, that was the least disturbing incident we encountered.
The remainder of my weekend was spent reading (both work and non-work) and writing (both work and non-work). Other Voices, Other Rooms remains unfinished but I made a small dent in it. I still doubt I’ll finish it before I die but at least I haven’t given up….yet. At least Demi and Ashton enjoyed their time in Des Moines this weekend.
Dennetta and Andy’s wedding on Saturday marks the glorious resurgence of 2006: Get Hitched or Die Tryin’. This wedding is particularly momentous because I will be tackling the underappreciated but highly important job of Guestbook Attendant/Gift Wrangler. Since we’re living in a post-James Frey scandal world, I feel compelled to clarify that I am only one of two Guestbook Attendants/Gift Wranglers. It is better you hear that I don’t possess the skills of making people sign their names and pointing at a table to deposit their gifts from me than the Smoking Gun. Ha!
I’ve mentioned before how work has started to fill the void caused by my apparent social leprosy. This arrangement was ideal when things were busy but things are starting to calm back down and I’m leery of what chain reaction might be in store.
I realize that some of the comments I’ve made about my job may make it seem as though I don’t like it. While I do like my job, I wouldn’t say I am passionate about it. I know that being passionate about your first real out-of-college-and-in-the-“real world” job is a luxury not many are afforded but I work in a field and with individuals that demand fervor. I’m lumped in with individuals who have dedicated their lives to this line of work and I simply can’t muster that kind of enthusiasm. I can certainly act the part, though. I’ve got to put that theatre degree to use somehow.
The work situation gets stickier yet: If I opt to stay with the current job in lieu of heading east, I’ll be getting a decent raise. Since I haven’t had the courage to actually discuss my future plans with any of my superiors, I’m learning that it has been assumed (and rightly so on their part?) that I’ll be staying put. I haven’t decided what to do - stay or move forward with Plan A. Despite being notoriously bad in making any kind of decisions (let alone important ones), I’ve been hesitant to bring up this subject for advice because I can already predict what a majority will say.
You’ve fooled these people in to thinking you’re doing a good job for this long... so why mess up a good thing?
In other words: Stay for the security and extra cash. I never thought I’d be a person to make a decision based on those two factors. I have to admit it kind of makes me feel dirty…and not in the fun, sex-related way.
I was looking forward to the long Memorial Day Weekend but it was just as uneventful as any other weekend - just longer. My sister and niece were in town on Saturday so we did the shopping thing. Dennetta called when I got home to see if I wanted to meet her for karaoke. Words alone cannot describe the bar itself, so I will only supply you with the following information so you can make the appropriate deductions:
A woman at the table next to us, who had to have been at least 5-6 months pregnant, was enjoying a healthy combo of cigarettes and liquor.
Sadly, that was the least disturbing incident we encountered.
The remainder of my weekend was spent reading (both work and non-work) and writing (both work and non-work). Other Voices, Other Rooms remains unfinished but I made a small dent in it. I still doubt I’ll finish it before I die but at least I haven’t given up….yet. At least Demi and Ashton enjoyed their time in Des Moines this weekend.
Dennetta and Andy’s wedding on Saturday marks the glorious resurgence of 2006: Get Hitched or Die Tryin’. This wedding is particularly momentous because I will be tackling the underappreciated but highly important job of Guestbook Attendant/Gift Wrangler. Since we’re living in a post-James Frey scandal world, I feel compelled to clarify that I am only one of two Guestbook Attendants/Gift Wranglers. It is better you hear that I don’t possess the skills of making people sign their names and pointing at a table to deposit their gifts from me than the Smoking Gun. Ha!