That title just looks weird. That’s really the way to spell February? Who came up with that?
I just talked to my big sister on the phone for about 20 minutes and doing so made me very happy. That’s a good thing, because the rest of my life isn’t doing so. My commute SUCKS – about an hour each way (10 miles) and I think I might gain 50 pounds before too long because I’m stopping at McDonald’s nearly every day for breakfast. Don’t have time to eat anything at home if I’m going to continue to take my morning walks. Lunch? That’s at Chik-fil-A. Yeah. Daddy needs his sugar.
The job is still amazingly stupid, although I did take my first ticket today. I had to ask about 4 people if it was okay for me to do so, but I finally got an OK from the boss – provided that I included another level 1, who’s been there a while, as an alternate. Having seen this alternate work tickets for the last 10 days, I’m not entirely sure that including him in MY work is a good thing, but whatever. I will say again: this ain’t my dream job.
Mary – and Princess – are set to move in in about three weeks. After I expressed some concern about Princess’s health a couple of days ago, Mary informed me that she’s taking the little one to the vet tomorrow, which is nice. I really don’t want to deal with feline AIDS or anything after they come here. I will admit that I’m looking forward to both of them coming in – for the money and because I like them. It’ll be nice to have a woman’s touch around the place, though I think Mary has this idea that I have limitless funds for home improvements. She’ll learn.
Have been listening to yet another book about somebody who through-hiked the Appalachian Trail, and I’m getting really antsy about doing that. If the job pushes me too far, don’t be surprised if I decide to do it. Five or six months in the woods could change my life much more than a so-so paycheck….although I still haven’t gotten the severance check from AT&T that would make it possible.
Another friend of mine recently bought a few acres near Pickens, SC, and she’s planning to build a tiny cottage there and live out her life, basically, off the grid. I must admit that I’m incredibly jealous – but she’s got 10 years on me and she can, apparently, afford to do it. She keeps telling me that I can, too. If only I didn’t lose half of my 401 just by asking for it.
So, for now, I’ll just keep on doing what I’m doing. Working at a boring job for a peanuts pay check and figuring out what to do next. And hopefully going to Canada in late June. One day at a time and all that.