We were ready for a house. We were SO ready. We'd planned, saved, dreamed, tried and failed so many times. We were so grateful when it finally became real.
And I still am, for the most part. I can't tell you how sick I was of obnoxious, stupid, crazy, nut job landlords. We were so good at the whole home thing. We had learned so much about renovation, maintenance, decorating. We wanted to do it to our own place.
And we did, or at least we are. But I neglected to realize just how little time is your own anymore. It's rare that we do 'fun ' stuff anymore. All free moments are spent fixing, drilling, sanding, etc. And that's IF the dogs aren't constantly in your face, which is also rare.
All of which doesn't complement a job that is really frustrating lately. I'm REALLY sick of playing peacemaker between product management and plant management. That's not my job...well, ok, maybe it is, but it shouldn't be so damn difficult to get people to agree.
In all my jobs, I've never seen a place so resistant to change. Even ginormous monoliths like General Motors looks vibrant and innovative compared to this place. The product hasn't changed in 15 years, and by God, we're going to keep it that way. Which sort of begs the question,' WHY AM I HERE?'
So that's where I;m at. Thank God for Staz or I wouldn't be much into anything at all, whether Christmas or house or anything. I've always believed that you need something to look forward to. But lately, the thing i really look forward to is going to bed every night. I'm just so tired, and no one bothers me there.
That's not good is it?