One of these days my one-sided love story is going to come splashing out and I’m really going to regret it.
I think everyone does. Even happy people. They may not admit it to anyone, but I think they feel it. I think they close their eyes, or go for a run, or take a long shower, so that they can forget just for a second who they are and what they have to do day in and day out. Living is hard. And every day our feet get heavier and we pick up more baggage. So, we stop and take a breath, close our eyes, reset our minds. It’s natural. As long as you open your eyes and keep going.
The first day of really, truly dreading going to work. Only took 2.5 months. Sweet!
Did a little retail therapy yesterday and picked up these “repurposed” (aka legs chopped off) Levi’s that I’m already never taking off. They’re loose, sit low on the hips and don’t bunch up in the crotch. What’s not to love?! Still finding new ways to make my ankle boots work (thanks Pinterest!) and forcing my Turkish necklace and it’s non-stop jangle into innocent bystanders.
It’s barely 10 pm on a Saturday night and I’ve been in bed for 2 hours. Work has absolutely zapped me this week.
Went to LA as mentioned, but did nothing from dusk til dawn besides work. I get it now. The plane ride just extends your work day that much more. On Tuesday, I literally did not go outside once as we had dinner at the hotel. The one plus? We stayed at the Ritz Carlton and I took a bath and wore the robe just to say I did. But I had to do it at 11 pm because that’s how late things were running.
Then, I got back on Wednesday and proceeded to have to do more work until 12:45 at night. That was awesome.
So I think well, at least Thursday I can coast a bit. Ha! From 8 am til 8 pm solid Thursday… And again Friday… Oh! And today, 6 more hours! And tomorrow? Probably another 6.
Honestly, it’s too much. No one should have to work this much. It’s inhumane. I can’t move. I can’t think. It’s inefficient at best and absolute torture at it’s worst.
Two months back, and it’s already just as I remember it. And more. Technically, I like the work more, but that still doesn’t mean I want to do it 70 hours per week! And no weekends. I’m having a whiner but hell, it’s just too much.
And when the months ends, it just starts all over again. I keep telling myself just one year, but I’m not going to last at this rate!
Well, it finally happened. I get to travel for work. I know (mostly from tumblr) that most people who regularly travel for work end up hating it, but it’s one of those things I’ve always wanted to try, if that even makes any sense.
And now, I’m off to LA tomorrow, after being told tonight at 6 pm I would be going. Silver lining of having no friends and no life in my new town… I’m free at all times for last minute “plans.” Le sigh, that’s pretty sad, now that I spell it out…
Realistically, this will suck. Because I don’t think there’s enough work to be done down there to meet my daily billables, which means making that time up on the weekend. Joy! But maybe there will be plenty and maybe I’ll also get to get out a bit. Not that I have any friends in LA to visit, but to just feel the vibe of a big city again and not just San Francisco will be nice. Also, summer weather!
So this is my mini re entry into actually writing in this space. Mundane to say the least but I’m easing back in with selfies and bland work updates.
Good to be back.