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NIN was great. Montreal was silly. I was glad we were only there for a few hours. But that was over and then we headed back to the cababin for the rest of the weekend. Saturday night, after Tom and Paul had left, Pat, Dave, Isaac and I ate awesome hamburgers and drank obscene amounts of alcohol. Actually, we went for an extreme walk around three and shared a bottle of boone's farm strawberry daquari beer-ish tasting yuck drink. Then we got back and made dinner and continued drinking. Then we started playing poker. We were amuzed when we realized that it was seven of the clock and we were all feeling drunk. Definately wasted by nine. We made a few voice posts via Isaac's journal. There was a lot of good talking. I slept so good there this weekend. And now that I'm home...it's not so good anymore.
So my dad has a new hip now, and that means he'll be home for at least the next six weeks. He needs everything to be done for him, and he has the habit of asking me to do things without saying 'please.' I'm glad I'm at least working now so I'm gone during the day, most days. But this will be a trend for probably the next few years. Next year he wants to have the other hip done, and then he'll move on to the knees after that.
I'm getting much more comfortable at work, besides all of the phone business and actual billing that must be done...tomorrow I get to learn all about medicaid billing. Sigh. Sometimes I don't think I can stick with this. I don't think I was meant to have a real job. Sometimes I wish I had run away years ago. Maybe I would be living on the street or be dead or something. This doesn't seem like it's ME, but at least it's acceptable. People giving me praise will eventually die off and then I'll have to figure out my own motives to continue.
I want to move out, but I guess after all, I'm not that excited about it. I want companionship (more than just a pet), but I don't think I can like anyone like that again. I want new hobbies, but I'm not so much of a self-starter. I'm going to join a gym, and then fall into a routine of work/gym/sleep/work/gym/sleep...and who knows how much time will pass before I look back and realize I could have made it different.
Alright, this was much too long, and now I'm late getting to bed.
So my dad has a new hip now, and that means he'll be home for at least the next six weeks. He needs everything to be done for him, and he has the habit of asking me to do things without saying 'please.' I'm glad I'm at least working now so I'm gone during the day, most days. But this will be a trend for probably the next few years. Next year he wants to have the other hip done, and then he'll move on to the knees after that.
I'm getting much more comfortable at work, besides all of the phone business and actual billing that must be done...tomorrow I get to learn all about medicaid billing. Sigh. Sometimes I don't think I can stick with this. I don't think I was meant to have a real job. Sometimes I wish I had run away years ago. Maybe I would be living on the street or be dead or something. This doesn't seem like it's ME, but at least it's acceptable. People giving me praise will eventually die off and then I'll have to figure out my own motives to continue.
I want to move out, but I guess after all, I'm not that excited about it. I want companionship (more than just a pet), but I don't think I can like anyone like that again. I want new hobbies, but I'm not so much of a self-starter. I'm going to join a gym, and then fall into a routine of work/gym/sleep/work/gym/sleep...and who knows how much time will pass before I look back and realize I could have made it different.
Alright, this was much too long, and now I'm late getting to bed.