In my previous post I said that waiting in line at airport security is the worst part of my week. I take that back. The worst part of the week is Sunday night when I have to excuse myself from dinner early so I can pack up and get to bed early so I can catch my 6am flight to work.
This Sunday is no exception, and it’s worse because I’ll be gone for 3 weeks so I’ll miss D’s birthday. He tells me it’s not a big deal because he’ll be busy with the MCAT anyway. I tried convincing him to let me buy him a ticket after his test is over, but he’d rather I save my money for a bigger trip we are planning for December.
I’m also sad I won’t see my nephew until his christening. He changes so much when I’m gone for only a week, he’s gonna be so different when I come back in three.
Sigh. I know it’s not the end of the world and it isn’t even THAT long.
I should be looking forward to this instead of dreading it. I’ll be spending the weekends exploring Colorado’s beauty with my mom and BFFAE (on separate weekends). I’ll most likely get out into the social scene and make friends with the locals.
I probably just don’t want to work while I’m there. The excitement of a new job has worn off and I’ve come to realize that I’m not being challenged nearly enough. I find myself bored most of the time, asking for things to do. D tells me I should stop because I might tick off my manager and make them look bad. He has a point, but I can’t stand being idle at work. I need to feel like I’m doing something important. Managing budgets was important. Reminding people of what they already should know isn’t that important to me. Sorry.
I’ve been really bitchy lately, haven’t I? Oh well, I guess that’s what this blog is for…
Can somebody please send positive energy my way? I need it to get through the next three weeks.