the upswing
Things have been on the upswing lately. Not out of the woods yet, though.
I have found a roommate. He's given me the deposit and will move in around the 1st of the month. He seems to be a very nice, sweet, soft spoken guy. Younger, aged around 24 I believe, works at a credit union, seems stable.
He also has hit on me via Growlr and sent me a dick pic. hm. this might be problematic. I mean, it's a nice dick, and he's nice lookin'...I did tell him that regardless of what happens between he and I, I still need $550 by the first of every month and I expect a decent roommate situation. We'll see where this goes.
Work sucks. like, reaaaaally sucks. I feel like I'm running around putting out fires lately. I've been the one to deal with higher ups lately, and I suppose I'd rather deal with them than dealing with the angry member of the general public spouting obscenities in the lobby. I had to deal with the Finance Director of the Dept of Motor Vehicles today, who is an older man who has about 5 inches of height on me, and is very intimidating. I seemed to answer his questions in a way that satisfied him. I'm still looking for another job.
Sunday, my mother and I celebrated her 64th birthday a few days late. We went to brunch at Le Central and it was just lovely. She wants to plan an evening to come down for dinner. I still can't believe she's that old. I still can't believe my 39th birthday will be in December. I still can't believe that my Dad has been dead for over a year now.
Occasionally, I think about starting on the first of a month, making that day one of thirty, and by the end of thirty, I'd have sold as many of my possessions as I could. I'd then take that money, plus whatever money I've earned for that month, and run away, seeing where I end up. It's a completely and totally irresponsible thing to do, and not something someone pushing 40 does. or maybe they do. maybe this is my mid-life crisis. only I've been having this crisis for neigh on 20 years now. I've always wanted something more than I have. I want something better, fulfilling, something that gives me what so many other people out there seem to have already: contentment. I realize that constant joy is unattainable. In fact, it's impossible. What is possible, however, is contentment and comfort. I know not everyone has that, but a lot of people I see out there do have it. I see it, and I wish desperately that I'd find a way to have it too.
I don't really have any dreams anymore. At least, I don't have any reasonable dreams. I only have fantasies, daydreams if anything. Maybe someday the upswing will take me high enough to allow plausability.
I have found a roommate. He's given me the deposit and will move in around the 1st of the month. He seems to be a very nice, sweet, soft spoken guy. Younger, aged around 24 I believe, works at a credit union, seems stable.
He also has hit on me via Growlr and sent me a dick pic. hm. this might be problematic. I mean, it's a nice dick, and he's nice lookin'...I did tell him that regardless of what happens between he and I, I still need $550 by the first of every month and I expect a decent roommate situation. We'll see where this goes.
Work sucks. like, reaaaaally sucks. I feel like I'm running around putting out fires lately. I've been the one to deal with higher ups lately, and I suppose I'd rather deal with them than dealing with the angry member of the general public spouting obscenities in the lobby. I had to deal with the Finance Director of the Dept of Motor Vehicles today, who is an older man who has about 5 inches of height on me, and is very intimidating. I seemed to answer his questions in a way that satisfied him. I'm still looking for another job.
Sunday, my mother and I celebrated her 64th birthday a few days late. We went to brunch at Le Central and it was just lovely. She wants to plan an evening to come down for dinner. I still can't believe she's that old. I still can't believe my 39th birthday will be in December. I still can't believe that my Dad has been dead for over a year now.
Occasionally, I think about starting on the first of a month, making that day one of thirty, and by the end of thirty, I'd have sold as many of my possessions as I could. I'd then take that money, plus whatever money I've earned for that month, and run away, seeing where I end up. It's a completely and totally irresponsible thing to do, and not something someone pushing 40 does. or maybe they do. maybe this is my mid-life crisis. only I've been having this crisis for neigh on 20 years now. I've always wanted something more than I have. I want something better, fulfilling, something that gives me what so many other people out there seem to have already: contentment. I realize that constant joy is unattainable. In fact, it's impossible. What is possible, however, is contentment and comfort. I know not everyone has that, but a lot of people I see out there do have it. I see it, and I wish desperately that I'd find a way to have it too.
I don't really have any dreams anymore. At least, I don't have any reasonable dreams. I only have fantasies, daydreams if anything. Maybe someday the upswing will take me high enough to allow plausability.