This Summer, both meanings
So far this summer has gone fairly well. I had a nice long vacation, and now I have a class, a job and great friends. After this weekend's adventure at the lake, I cannot help but be excited about how the rest of the summer will go. The Government Printing Office is finally getting revved up for having me in the fall, which I am very excited about. I am looking forward to the opportunity to work with a real company and get some job experience. I am also happy about the job security, no matter what happens, the governemnt will always be there for a job. I'm not entirely excitied about leaving all of my friends to go to D.C. and work, but I've had a while to come to terms with it, and I'm sure there's a group of people already working there that I will meet and hang out with. If worst comes to worst, I can always sign up for WoW and play with John Tubergen. Oh well, we'll see what happens. When the Government Prinitng Office called me recently, they mentioned a number for my annual salary equivalent that boggled my mind. I could not believ ethat I was actually writing that down with significance to me. The thing is, it will only get bigger, once I actually complete my degree, and accrue work experience, etc. Maybe this engineering thing is worth it after all. Overall, a good summer so far.
There's a different Summer that also deserves mentioning, at least for now. That Summer is the one that borke up with me recently-ish. I know its been awhile since she did, and I'm over her, but I can't help but that of why she broke up with me. I'm probably not the greatest guy in the world to date. I admit I have shortcomings. People are people, they're never perfect, but I can't help but shake the feeling that she broke up with me not because of my flaws, but because I'm Bi. I hope that that's not the reason she did, but she never expressed displeasure with anything else that I did, other than my scarcity, which, due to my commitment to robotics, was hardly under my control. When I told her, she changed. I don't think she looked at me in the same way again. A couple days later she said "I wish you had told me before, because I probably wouldn't be dating you." To me this looked like the beginning of the end. We dispersed for the summer, and I left for Greece. A cpuple days after I got back, I got an e-mail, an e-mail!, detailing that we were no longer a couple. In the e-mail she claimed personal problems, but I thought I knew better. I have recieved no confirmation or denial of this, in fact, no communication whatsoever. The only conversation I've had was a brief one before I had to depart for Joe's for a night of House and fun. I'd like to know if I'm right, and I hope I'm not. I don't ever care if it's another e-mail, as irritated as I am about the first one. I doubt Summer will ever read this, but if she does, I want her to know that I want to know what her "personal reasons" were if they weren't a rejection of what I've "become.". Speaking of irritation about the first e-mail, that pisses me off. I haven't had to deal with too many break-ups, but I don't think e-mail is the way to do it. I think that some sort of intereactive method is better. I don't care if it's face-to-face or over the phone, or even over IM, but e-mail? That jut seems ridiculous. Enough ranting for now.
Peace out;
There's a different Summer that also deserves mentioning, at least for now. That Summer is the one that borke up with me recently-ish. I know its been awhile since she did, and I'm over her, but I can't help but that of why she broke up with me. I'm probably not the greatest guy in the world to date. I admit I have shortcomings. People are people, they're never perfect, but I can't help but shake the feeling that she broke up with me not because of my flaws, but because I'm Bi. I hope that that's not the reason she did, but she never expressed displeasure with anything else that I did, other than my scarcity, which, due to my commitment to robotics, was hardly under my control. When I told her, she changed. I don't think she looked at me in the same way again. A couple days later she said "I wish you had told me before, because I probably wouldn't be dating you." To me this looked like the beginning of the end. We dispersed for the summer, and I left for Greece. A cpuple days after I got back, I got an e-mail, an e-mail!, detailing that we were no longer a couple. In the e-mail she claimed personal problems, but I thought I knew better. I have recieved no confirmation or denial of this, in fact, no communication whatsoever. The only conversation I've had was a brief one before I had to depart for Joe's for a night of House and fun. I'd like to know if I'm right, and I hope I'm not. I don't ever care if it's another e-mail, as irritated as I am about the first one. I doubt Summer will ever read this, but if she does, I want her to know that I want to know what her "personal reasons" were if they weren't a rejection of what I've "become.". Speaking of irritation about the first e-mail, that pisses me off. I haven't had to deal with too many break-ups, but I don't think e-mail is the way to do it. I think that some sort of intereactive method is better. I don't care if it's face-to-face or over the phone, or even over IM, but e-mail? That jut seems ridiculous. Enough ranting for now.
Peace out;