Lets keep this one postive for once
I found out today that someone on the day shift has turned in their two weeks notice. This means that after one guy moves from our shift, I will be next in line. Couple that with the fact that another girl is about to head to medical school, it really shouldn't be too long before I am working on daytime hours.
I have my reservations about the whole thing however. I am not eager to be getting up around 6am, and things move pretty slowly at my work so it might still be awhile. Still, I am mighty excited at the prospect of working normal human hours again. Just having the opprotunity to be able to do something on a weeknight is something that most people take for a luxury and that I have missed terribly. The world doesn't revolve around people that work the hours I currently do I'm looking forward to getting back with the rest of humanity.
Outside of work, things have been rather chaotic. I used to think of myself as someone that thrives on chaos, but the truth is that I crave order. In the next couple of weeks (days really) I have to figure out where I am going to live and what my life will entail for the next year or so. I really hate being forced into a corner like this and suddenly having to choose how everything will pan out rather suddenly, but the truth is it is my own fault. I've really been ignoring my whole life for some time now and have got to start waking up to the fact that no one is going to swoop down and fix all my problems unless that person is me.
Whatever the case, I am probably going to be getting rid of quite of bit of stuff. It is odd to think of all the things I have collected over the years and how I have ascribed meaning to it. Even now I look around my room and and consider these things I own. Chair I got when my parents sold their business and we held from the auction. Computer that I built myself. Pile of Legynds costuming, my desert elf character was named Vakier Kessel Issiri. Old warhammer figures and paint. NCA certificate stating I am qualified to be a microbiologist. Pisces wall scroll purchased for me in China. My Guild Wars track pants. Framed essay my friend wrote about me in high school. My silver Fossil watch. Do these things define me and are therefore important? Or do they trap me and therefore should be destroyed? Hard to say.
This post is getting too serious for me to keep positive so I'll end here. Might as well unprivate some old entries while I am about it. Doesn't really matter anyway since I feel completely different than I did when I wrote them.
I have my reservations about the whole thing however. I am not eager to be getting up around 6am, and things move pretty slowly at my work so it might still be awhile. Still, I am mighty excited at the prospect of working normal human hours again. Just having the opprotunity to be able to do something on a weeknight is something that most people take for a luxury and that I have missed terribly. The world doesn't revolve around people that work the hours I currently do I'm looking forward to getting back with the rest of humanity.
Outside of work, things have been rather chaotic. I used to think of myself as someone that thrives on chaos, but the truth is that I crave order. In the next couple of weeks (days really) I have to figure out where I am going to live and what my life will entail for the next year or so. I really hate being forced into a corner like this and suddenly having to choose how everything will pan out rather suddenly, but the truth is it is my own fault. I've really been ignoring my whole life for some time now and have got to start waking up to the fact that no one is going to swoop down and fix all my problems unless that person is me.
Whatever the case, I am probably going to be getting rid of quite of bit of stuff. It is odd to think of all the things I have collected over the years and how I have ascribed meaning to it. Even now I look around my room and and consider these things I own. Chair I got when my parents sold their business and we held from the auction. Computer that I built myself. Pile of Legynds costuming, my desert elf character was named Vakier Kessel Issiri. Old warhammer figures and paint. NCA certificate stating I am qualified to be a microbiologist. Pisces wall scroll purchased for me in China. My Guild Wars track pants. Framed essay my friend wrote about me in high school. My silver Fossil watch. Do these things define me and are therefore important? Or do they trap me and therefore should be destroyed? Hard to say.
This post is getting too serious for me to keep positive so I'll end here. Might as well unprivate some old entries while I am about it. Doesn't really matter anyway since I feel completely different than I did when I wrote them.