A portion of love all flown away
I'm currently sitting at my desk at work, waiting to go to a zoning committee meeting which promises to be sickeningly long and boring. I am also procrastinating on doing any actual work since I'm technically not suppose to be working right now since I've already worked a good portion of my 40 hours already.
I am enjoying my new Walk the Line CD I bought the other day on a trip to Wausau. I have really gotten into Johnny Cash lately, which surprises me since he is technically country, but he is old country so I'll let it go.
I recently pitched an idea for a Health and Wellness page to my publisher in Rhinelander. Greg is a big-city elitist who hates small towns (why he would move here to run a small town paper, I have no idea). Anyway, he thought it was a great idea, so I have yet another new project on my plate now. While I'm pleased and excited that he liked my idea, I am dreading another big project. He already has me doing stuff for four different publications, plans to add four more pages to the paper, and has me working on too many projects to count. All of this on top of moving up my weekly deadline. Lord am I tired. I am working 60+ hours a week and counting.
Plus its tough to drive an hour back and forth every day. However, that particular problem may be remedied soon. I might be getting my own place. I've gotten calls from several places saying that they might have an opening soon. The best of the bunch is probably a 2 bedroom duplex a few blocks from work. And the benefit of living in an extremely poor county is that the vast majority of the apartments are incredibly cheap.
Hopefully I will hear something soon. It will be nice to have a place in town.
I miss having a social life, but I don't really have much time for one. I guess I'll have to make more of an effort. I just have to find the energy. I suppose I don't have any right to complain about work though. At least I have a job. A lot of folks out there don't. Having known the stress that causes, I will gladly take the stresses of this job. Its probably just a matter of finding a balance anyway.
I won a lottery ticket from my uncle the other day for winning the basketball tournament for this week. I also got a bunch of sodas. That was pretty cool.
Something else that was cool was the Country Band Jam this weekend. I was covering it for the paper (obviously) and I got to hear some pretty good bands, even if they were country. Plus Mom came with me so it was more fun. Then we went to the casino and played for a few minutes.
Of course, then my car promptly died. It has an oil leak. Major problem. It is working for the time being, but I have to keep checking the oil. I will probably have to invest in a new car soon. Bummer.
Well, I've rambled on for too long now. I'd better get going. Shelly, I miss you sweetie. Don't get down, you'll find something soon.
I am enjoying my new Walk the Line CD I bought the other day on a trip to Wausau. I have really gotten into Johnny Cash lately, which surprises me since he is technically country, but he is old country so I'll let it go.
I recently pitched an idea for a Health and Wellness page to my publisher in Rhinelander. Greg is a big-city elitist who hates small towns (why he would move here to run a small town paper, I have no idea). Anyway, he thought it was a great idea, so I have yet another new project on my plate now. While I'm pleased and excited that he liked my idea, I am dreading another big project. He already has me doing stuff for four different publications, plans to add four more pages to the paper, and has me working on too many projects to count. All of this on top of moving up my weekly deadline. Lord am I tired. I am working 60+ hours a week and counting.
Plus its tough to drive an hour back and forth every day. However, that particular problem may be remedied soon. I might be getting my own place. I've gotten calls from several places saying that they might have an opening soon. The best of the bunch is probably a 2 bedroom duplex a few blocks from work. And the benefit of living in an extremely poor county is that the vast majority of the apartments are incredibly cheap.
Hopefully I will hear something soon. It will be nice to have a place in town.
I miss having a social life, but I don't really have much time for one. I guess I'll have to make more of an effort. I just have to find the energy. I suppose I don't have any right to complain about work though. At least I have a job. A lot of folks out there don't. Having known the stress that causes, I will gladly take the stresses of this job. Its probably just a matter of finding a balance anyway.
I won a lottery ticket from my uncle the other day for winning the basketball tournament for this week. I also got a bunch of sodas. That was pretty cool.
Something else that was cool was the Country Band Jam this weekend. I was covering it for the paper (obviously) and I got to hear some pretty good bands, even if they were country. Plus Mom came with me so it was more fun. Then we went to the casino and played for a few minutes.
Of course, then my car promptly died. It has an oil leak. Major problem. It is working for the time being, but I have to keep checking the oil. I will probably have to invest in a new car soon. Bummer.
Well, I've rambled on for too long now. I'd better get going. Shelly, I miss you sweetie. Don't get down, you'll find something soon.