Help! Its the squirrels!!!!
Okay its not entirely true, but I am sure they had their insidious hands in it.
Well, life fell apart, so after attempting to put it back together with duct tape and crazy glue over the last many years, I let it fall down. Then I went and picked up some important pieces, gave my last goodbyes and moved back. I am not sure that is moving on or not, but I can honestly say it isn't running away.
On a rather strange b-day, I decided its time to change my life. I have a list of things to do and I am currently working on a few of them. So what have I done so far? To start I moved back to the bay area. The reasons to be here are legion. I am living with family right now and that is okay. After 7 years of not seeing any of them, I am trying to get to know them all better again.
I found myself a job. Well, the temp office found me a job and I am making it my own. I am working in a call center again, second tier, supposedly solving peoples problems, but mostly listening to some people bitch, other people beg and most of them scream. I WILL go permanent in another two months. The health insurance should help me make some other changes that have been needed for some time. More on those later as they become real.
I have also decided on a direction in my life. I am going back to school. I have my first two classes this quarter. Though I love math, I found that my algebraic skills were rusty. So I am taking advanced algebra. I am also taking the required college writing course(1a). As a grating doctor once said "Oh the pain, the pain." Didn't there used to be such a thing as a good teacher?
As I sit here typing this, I can see that their spies are watching me. My old nemesis Moosen has a new partner. I call her Gray and she speaks not. But then they are squirrels, and squirrels are not known for speaking out of turn.
I know I just scratched the surface, but I am so rusty at this type of thing that my t-shirts are all red.
I am going to try and write here on a regular basis, whether I feel like it or not. Call it practice for college. Call it penitence for allowing such a large gap to form between my self and my friends. Call it Moriah. Oh no, wait, that is the wind.
Humblebee
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