I did it. I finally told my boss that I was looking elsewhere (within the company) for jobs. It was one of those moments when he asked me, "Do you have anything you need to talk about?" And I said, "As a matter of fact...."
Back up.
I haven't written here (or anywhere else, incidentally) in years. A dry spell? No. I was too busy cleaning, taking out the garbage, getting custody of my sister--whichever excuses got me through that day when I half-heartedly thought to myself in the shower, "Maybe I'll write something today."
So, where am I now? I'm just outside of Boston, MA. I work at the headquarters for Staples, Inc., speaking Spanish all day. I'll leave the details for another day, because I hate my job. I just moved in with my boyfriend, Josh, a couple of months ago; we've been together a year and a half. Wait--boyfriend? That's what my most recent exes have said, anyway. I've got people accusing me (in their heads, anyway) of being a L.U.G. but really, I never said I was a lesbian. I never said I was straight, either. And never once was I ever confused about myself. He treats me well, and really, that's all that matters to me. Finally, something right going on in my life.
So where was I before? Read this thing from entry one, and you'll pin me in Chicago for 2001 & the early part of 2002.
Then I got a job with a childcare agency teaching migrant children & parents English.
And then, I got canned.
How could that happen? After all, I'm perfect.
Sorry, no such luck. After some time of working there, I got very depressed. Maybe it was because my work hit a little too close to home, dealing with poor people all of the time--the way I grew up. Perhaps it was a case of empty-nest syndrome after my sister left (I'd had custody of her for six months, long story, another one for another day). Perhaps not. After all, she was 17 at the time. No, I'm afraid it was something much simpler than that. That is to say--I just stopped caring. Apathy is a dangerous quality. When people outside of work asked me what had happened, I told them that I didn't really want to talk about it, but I would have fired me, too. I simply stopped doing my job. It was time for a change.
So, I did what pretty much everyone else does: I went back to where I came from.
And here I am.
Back up.
I haven't written here (or anywhere else, incidentally) in years. A dry spell? No. I was too busy cleaning, taking out the garbage, getting custody of my sister--whichever excuses got me through that day when I half-heartedly thought to myself in the shower, "Maybe I'll write something today."
So, where am I now? I'm just outside of Boston, MA. I work at the headquarters for Staples, Inc., speaking Spanish all day. I'll leave the details for another day, because I hate my job. I just moved in with my boyfriend, Josh, a couple of months ago; we've been together a year and a half. Wait--boyfriend? That's what my most recent exes have said, anyway. I've got people accusing me (in their heads, anyway) of being a L.U.G. but really, I never said I was a lesbian. I never said I was straight, either. And never once was I ever confused about myself. He treats me well, and really, that's all that matters to me. Finally, something right going on in my life.
So where was I before? Read this thing from entry one, and you'll pin me in Chicago for 2001 & the early part of 2002.
Then I got a job with a childcare agency teaching migrant children & parents English.
And then, I got canned.
How could that happen? After all, I'm perfect.
Sorry, no such luck. After some time of working there, I got very depressed. Maybe it was because my work hit a little too close to home, dealing with poor people all of the time--the way I grew up. Perhaps it was a case of empty-nest syndrome after my sister left (I'd had custody of her for six months, long story, another one for another day). Perhaps not. After all, she was 17 at the time. No, I'm afraid it was something much simpler than that. That is to say--I just stopped caring. Apathy is a dangerous quality. When people outside of work asked me what had happened, I told them that I didn't really want to talk about it, but I would have fired me, too. I simply stopped doing my job. It was time for a change.
So, I did what pretty much everyone else does: I went back to where I came from.
And here I am.
