Good and bad
Life has been going pretty good lately. Or rather, I’ve kind of been puttering along doing things, keeping busy, and nothing bad has happened or sprung to mind. To me this is positive. Productive. There have been ups and downs, though.
The good: I really enjoy the people I’ve been training with. When the trainer steps out we chat, and we seem to have similar interests and personalities. Even the trainer is really great, too.
The bad: We’re all going to different locations after training. Bugger.
The good: I seem to have gathered a nice little wardrobe for work, about 5 or 6 shirts that look good on me and are professional and polished. Grey slacks that fit well and are also very nice, and go with everything. I am very pleased about getting dressed each day. I feel so… mature. And not in that synonym-for-old kind of way.
The bad: It’s cold in the building! I spend all day shivering in my cute little short-sleeve shirts. I’m really hoping my new location will be a tad bit warmer, or I’m going to have to ditch my shirts in favor of long sleeves. Maybe I’ll just try to buy a blazer or sweater or something.
The good: Getting up early to have a shower has not been too hard on me, physically – I’m not falling asleep during the day or anything. I actually feel pretty perky.
The bad: Getting up at that hour puts me in direct conflict with Den getting ready. To those of you who don’t know, we have one very small bathroom with a pedastal sink. Den’s had years of getting his routine down to an artform, so when I come banging on the door saying, “DEN! I need to use the bathroom TOO!” it kind of screws both of us up. It was so much easier when I slept in until after he left.
The good: I do own a blowdryer.
The bad: It sucks. It’s a little travel blowdryer that worked just fine for the two times a year I ever needed it. But on a daily basis? Yeah, totally not good enough. It’s roasting my poor hair. I think I need a diffuser. And more speeds/settings. And some knowledge on how to do this. My hair hates me. (And I hate it. I want my pregnancy hair back, pronto. Whatever they gave me in the interim just sucks.)
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And lastly…
The good: I think Devin’s tree is going to survive!
The bad: I think only one branch of Devin’s tree is going to survive.
Sometimes being stuck in the middle is almost more frustrating than losing it completely. I hate having to just “wait and see.” It’s painful to drive up every day and see it there… I’ve been averting my eyes and trying to just not think about it. I really just don’t have it in me anymore. I can’t do anything more about it at this point, and I can’t handle being freaked out upset every day, so instead I just slam down the wall and cut myself off for the time being until I can decide if I should feel relieved or upset. Then I’ll go from there.
Your right, the stuck in the middle sucks. Perhaps because we can’t imagine a good outcome, I dunno.
It feels like I get tossed around a lot. And I’m tired of grieving. I’d like t be normal.
It feels good to be able to see both sides from time to time though. Take the good with the bad, and all those cliches.
Two things: Office building work, you are probably always going to be cold. Don’t ditch the cute shirts, get a cute sweater that you can leave there and use everyday. You will probably need the cute little shirts because come Winter, it will be HOT. Yah. I know.
Second – Blow dryer. I highly recommend getting an ionizing one. Best thing ever. I have long curly hair and when I want to blow it all out and straighten it, takes like 5 minutes, where my old blow dryer it was a 15 minute ordeal minimum. I love my ionizer blow dryer, and I got it at a drug store for like $25… I think, maybe I splurged and bought the $30 one… wooo
Trees are so resilient. As are you. If it has one branch alive, it should make it.
Good and bad is a nice average in my estimation, and an ok place to be.
I worked in a library one summer and it was an icebox. I took a cardigan in every day, and had to wear closed toe shoes. Drove me insane. I think that’s where my coffee habit took off, because it was the only hot drink offered during break.
Sorry about the tree. I’ll take a picture for you of the cherry we have. It should be dead. It’s hollow. It’s just a twisty piece of bark with nothing holding it together. And it’s bloomed and bore fruit in the two years we’ve lived here (it must be 20+ old).
Just wanted you to know I was keeping up and thinking of you– decided to do it here instead of posting those creepy :lurk: eyes in your journal.