The Weekend is too soon, and not soon enough.
The weekend is another three days off. Three more days of having to slog through an otherwise insane workload and attempt to come to some sense of finality with all the pending projects sitting in my Inbox on the desk + all the countless e-mails I invariably wind up getting on a daily basis.
There are days I love and loath my job. Thankfully this week I've been able to actually leave when I'm supposed to leave. Normally I wouldn't complain too much about working OT, but it cuts into what I call a social existance into itty-little bits. Not that I don't spend most of it here in the virtual existance chatting with long-time friends anyway...
...But its the principle of the thing, and that's the most important part of all.
As one can guess, I want the weekend to come soon so I can be done with work for another week and spend my free time unwinding and generally becoming less of a pain to deal with at work.
However I am also dreading this weekend, as it will be the last weekend I'll get to see said long-time friends for at least a month -- With little chance to make the twice a month visits I'd make on my weekends off. Heaven forbid I have a reason to cross into Bexar county ever again because of it. Sure, I can make the excuse that I need to service my Saturn in Selma. Sure I can make excuses that the Half-Price books have cheap Anime DVD's and other sundries that I'm out looking for...
...But in the end it won't really matter much anymore, as people I care for are leaving. It is an unhappy day in some ways, but I am reminded of the friends I left behind almost eight years ago when I said my farewell to California to make a new life out here in Texas.
Admittedly I was taking a big risk at the time, with college no-where near finished, and almost no chances to make it as far as I actually managed. In reflection I haven't done too bad for myself. I work locally, which makes the 5 minute commute worth the pain I get sometimes. Co-workers can be a bear, but most of the real bitches have since gotten the axe in one form or another. I still have trouble communicating with the family I near abandoned, but I think some of the scars are healing. I'm just hopeful that all will work out in the end.
From the ashes, as they say...
...I find it somewhat ironic.
There are days I love and loath my job. Thankfully this week I've been able to actually leave when I'm supposed to leave. Normally I wouldn't complain too much about working OT, but it cuts into what I call a social existance into itty-little bits. Not that I don't spend most of it here in the virtual existance chatting with long-time friends anyway...
...But its the principle of the thing, and that's the most important part of all.
As one can guess, I want the weekend to come soon so I can be done with work for another week and spend my free time unwinding and generally becoming less of a pain to deal with at work.
However I am also dreading this weekend, as it will be the last weekend I'll get to see said long-time friends for at least a month -- With little chance to make the twice a month visits I'd make on my weekends off. Heaven forbid I have a reason to cross into Bexar county ever again because of it. Sure, I can make the excuse that I need to service my Saturn in Selma. Sure I can make excuses that the Half-Price books have cheap Anime DVD's and other sundries that I'm out looking for...
...But in the end it won't really matter much anymore, as people I care for are leaving. It is an unhappy day in some ways, but I am reminded of the friends I left behind almost eight years ago when I said my farewell to California to make a new life out here in Texas.
Admittedly I was taking a big risk at the time, with college no-where near finished, and almost no chances to make it as far as I actually managed. In reflection I haven't done too bad for myself. I work locally, which makes the 5 minute commute worth the pain I get sometimes. Co-workers can be a bear, but most of the real bitches have since gotten the axe in one form or another. I still have trouble communicating with the family I near abandoned, but I think some of the scars are healing. I'm just hopeful that all will work out in the end.
From the ashes, as they say...
...I find it somewhat ironic.