the countdown begins
just a quick post before I head home for the day....
It's been a long one and I've been really overly emotional...on the verge of crying several times today...D and I were text messaging back and forth....Things with his job are pretty rough right now and I think he's starting to realize he has so much more potential than he's using right now....The kid is a genius and he's selling wine and liquor and is basically nothing more than a cashier/stockboy....
I make almost twice as much as he does....Not saying I have the best job in the world...but at least I do get to use my itty bitty brain a little in doing it....
I know the mental atrophy that comes from working a grunt job when you're fairly smart...
Even the reading at home doesn't help much if you can't get those synapses popping regularly.
He needs to find his niche...his golden opportunity...
I never would have thought I'd be good at this engineering stuff...but I'm damn good at what I do. It's a lot of analysis and almost like puzzle solving. I've always been good at identifying visual patterns....So I'm naturally inclined to be good at this. We'll see in six months if I want to burn the building down or not...
Damon should be writing or editing a travel magazine or something....I try to do everything I can for him...but I can't fix it.
so the storm of the century "hurricane ernesto" wasn't........we barely got any rain yesterday and it was blustery at best....looks like he's gaining a bit of speed though in the atlantic again, so all my friends back home better look out...
I can't wait to go home in a couple of weeks.....I wish I had more money saved for the trip...but oh well...
what counts is I need a vacation from florida (ironical huh?) I need to be back home in the land of collard greens and butterbeans...need to curl up on my mom's couch and pet my kitty a bit....no really, I miss my cat Lucy....
And I want to show Damon all of my "special" places...take him to my favorite hole in the wall bars and restaurants....
I know we have a lot planned already for that week...but I'm just looking forward to being back in a place where no one makes fun of my accent and they know what a turn signal is for....florida will wear you down if you let it...or maybe it's just WPB....
I feel like i'll never be good enough here...I won't ever have a Louis Vuitton purse, and I don't really give a shit what the trumps do...and I'd rather eat glass than go out on Palm Beach Island. Maybe that's why it's been so hard to make friends down here...
Firstly, I don't meet too many girls my age anyway....and the ones I do are so damn superficial and shallow and materialistic that it makes me want to PUKE....
No one has a sense of humor either...You can almost see their brains ticking away at "what will people think if I laugh??" when you make some low brow joke.
And for a place that is soooo multicultural...they've homogenized any vestiges of multiculturalism right out of everything...You could be in New Jersey or Arkansas or LA and not know it here...Everything is corporately owned and BORING...
We've sought out a few decent restaurants, and one or two bars...but even so...it would be nice to have an art/cultural district that we could spend our days off roaming around. Or a little coffee shop to read or do a crossword in...Hell we even had that back home in Myrtle Beach....
But here! People can't fathom why I won't step foot in a Starbucks or a Walmart....such ideas as social responsibility are just as foreign to them as the people that live a half-mile away in Riviera Beach. They just want to live in their little gated community, drive a safe little SUV, and not ever have to get dirty or see anything less than plastic-perfected.
Me, I enjoy the grittiness, the character....the individuality that comes with not being zoned to death. I appreciate regionality...maybe that's the southern seperatist in me...
Ok, almost time to hit the road.....One more day and then I have a three day weekend of not doing shit but reading, going to the pool and........who are we kidding, cleaning house...
y'all keep 'em straight out there, ya hear?
It's been a long one and I've been really overly emotional...on the verge of crying several times today...D and I were text messaging back and forth....Things with his job are pretty rough right now and I think he's starting to realize he has so much more potential than he's using right now....The kid is a genius and he's selling wine and liquor and is basically nothing more than a cashier/stockboy....
I make almost twice as much as he does....Not saying I have the best job in the world...but at least I do get to use my itty bitty brain a little in doing it....
I know the mental atrophy that comes from working a grunt job when you're fairly smart...
Even the reading at home doesn't help much if you can't get those synapses popping regularly.
He needs to find his niche...his golden opportunity...
I never would have thought I'd be good at this engineering stuff...but I'm damn good at what I do. It's a lot of analysis and almost like puzzle solving. I've always been good at identifying visual patterns....So I'm naturally inclined to be good at this. We'll see in six months if I want to burn the building down or not...
Damon should be writing or editing a travel magazine or something....I try to do everything I can for him...but I can't fix it.
so the storm of the century "hurricane ernesto" wasn't........we barely got any rain yesterday and it was blustery at best....looks like he's gaining a bit of speed though in the atlantic again, so all my friends back home better look out...
I can't wait to go home in a couple of weeks.....I wish I had more money saved for the trip...but oh well...
what counts is I need a vacation from florida (ironical huh?) I need to be back home in the land of collard greens and butterbeans...need to curl up on my mom's couch and pet my kitty a bit....no really, I miss my cat Lucy....
And I want to show Damon all of my "special" places...take him to my favorite hole in the wall bars and restaurants....
I know we have a lot planned already for that week...but I'm just looking forward to being back in a place where no one makes fun of my accent and they know what a turn signal is for....florida will wear you down if you let it...or maybe it's just WPB....
I feel like i'll never be good enough here...I won't ever have a Louis Vuitton purse, and I don't really give a shit what the trumps do...and I'd rather eat glass than go out on Palm Beach Island. Maybe that's why it's been so hard to make friends down here...
Firstly, I don't meet too many girls my age anyway....and the ones I do are so damn superficial and shallow and materialistic that it makes me want to PUKE....
No one has a sense of humor either...You can almost see their brains ticking away at "what will people think if I laugh??" when you make some low brow joke.
And for a place that is soooo multicultural...they've homogenized any vestiges of multiculturalism right out of everything...You could be in New Jersey or Arkansas or LA and not know it here...Everything is corporately owned and BORING...
We've sought out a few decent restaurants, and one or two bars...but even so...it would be nice to have an art/cultural district that we could spend our days off roaming around. Or a little coffee shop to read or do a crossword in...Hell we even had that back home in Myrtle Beach....
But here! People can't fathom why I won't step foot in a Starbucks or a Walmart....such ideas as social responsibility are just as foreign to them as the people that live a half-mile away in Riviera Beach. They just want to live in their little gated community, drive a safe little SUV, and not ever have to get dirty or see anything less than plastic-perfected.
Me, I enjoy the grittiness, the character....the individuality that comes with not being zoned to death. I appreciate regionality...maybe that's the southern seperatist in me...
Ok, almost time to hit the road.....One more day and then I have a three day weekend of not doing shit but reading, going to the pool and........who are we kidding, cleaning house...
y'all keep 'em straight out there, ya hear?