Time Flies (slow)
High on a mountain is a boat, but are they gods or real folk? This is the first line in a song that has been intermittently stuck in my head since i was in Ireland. So....over four years ago. That's mad to think of it like that. I miss it like crazy. The people, the Guinness, the weather, the landscape, the music, the craic. If home is where the heart is then 3/4's of the time my home is Ireland. I love everyone in my crazy little world here, and I know that no matter where I go I'm still me, but I can't help the way I feel. I hope this isn't too depressing for two days before Christmas. I'm not sad; I'm just lamenting for the Emerald Isle.
Speaking of Xmas, I can't believe how the time has flown. Like I was saying before it's been four and a half years since I left for Ireland, and two and a half since I came back. Now it's Christmas 2004. Weird. In previous entries I've mentioned how I'm looking forward to it but right now I'm unsure how to feel. It just seems that it's a mad and crazy rush up to the day, and you can't wait, but then it's all over in a flash. I guess that's a metaphor for life.
I'll be working my very first Christmas Eve and Boxing Day. THAT should be innaresting. My mom says I'm lucky to have made it this far and be able to say that. I hope everyone is agreeable because I won't put up with shit right now. I've actually been waiting for a manager to give me shit about something just so I could tell them to sod off and say "I quit!" like that old guy on the lotto super 7 commercial. I think I've become a little jaded. Ya think?
It's not all bad. Went over to Montana's on Wednesday night and met up with some work people. It was a good time because they are cool and really the only reason I haven't walked out of the job. In the new year it will be time to weigh my personal needs against my professional ones and find a job that will relate to my future field of expertise. Something outdoorsy, where I can get out of the city and breathe some fresh free air, preferably for more than 50 cents over minimum wage. What have I gotten myself into?
Speaking of Xmas, I can't believe how the time has flown. Like I was saying before it's been four and a half years since I left for Ireland, and two and a half since I came back. Now it's Christmas 2004. Weird. In previous entries I've mentioned how I'm looking forward to it but right now I'm unsure how to feel. It just seems that it's a mad and crazy rush up to the day, and you can't wait, but then it's all over in a flash. I guess that's a metaphor for life.
I'll be working my very first Christmas Eve and Boxing Day. THAT should be innaresting. My mom says I'm lucky to have made it this far and be able to say that. I hope everyone is agreeable because I won't put up with shit right now. I've actually been waiting for a manager to give me shit about something just so I could tell them to sod off and say "I quit!" like that old guy on the lotto super 7 commercial. I think I've become a little jaded. Ya think?
It's not all bad. Went over to Montana's on Wednesday night and met up with some work people. It was a good time because they are cool and really the only reason I haven't walked out of the job. In the new year it will be time to weigh my personal needs against my professional ones and find a job that will relate to my future field of expertise. Something outdoorsy, where I can get out of the city and breathe some fresh free air, preferably for more than 50 cents over minimum wage. What have I gotten myself into?