Booface
I'm back from my whirlwind weekend in NYC/Philly. I'm sad to be home, I'm sad to be away from Dave, and I am REALLY dreading the next 6 weeks at work because of a craaazy ass client.
I am happy to see the kitties though.
I find out on Tuesday how much my raise is and if I got a promotion. I don't think I'm getting a promotion, but who knows.
I'm torn about my life situation right now. Part of me wants to drop everything and go be with Dave, the more rational part of me wants to wait it out until March and see where things stand.
I definately want to change careers, PR is not for me. It's fun and sometimes glamourous, but it does nothing. It's meaningless and I'm not satisfied with it anymore. I don't know what I want to do, maybe speech therapy. I'd rather work helping people than promoting people.
I hate being apart from Dave, I just want us to be together again, and I know that is also a big part of my job dissatisfaction.
I'm tired now and have to go to stupid work in the morning.
I am happy to see the kitties though.
I find out on Tuesday how much my raise is and if I got a promotion. I don't think I'm getting a promotion, but who knows.
I'm torn about my life situation right now. Part of me wants to drop everything and go be with Dave, the more rational part of me wants to wait it out until March and see where things stand.
I definately want to change careers, PR is not for me. It's fun and sometimes glamourous, but it does nothing. It's meaningless and I'm not satisfied with it anymore. I don't know what I want to do, maybe speech therapy. I'd rather work helping people than promoting people.
I hate being apart from Dave, I just want us to be together again, and I know that is also a big part of my job dissatisfaction.
I'm tired now and have to go to stupid work in the morning.