So, an awful lot has happened since I last posted in *gasp* February! I sort of waffled about whether or not to continue doing this -- I'm not really writing for an audience, but rather to just get things down on paper. Sort of. So, I've decided I'll give it another shot. My life is about to turn a little topsy-turvy, so why not put it out there for anyone who wanders by to read about?
Shortly after my last post, I found out I'm going to be an aunt for the first time. My younger brother followed the love of his life to Georgia 2 years ago, and they've been off-again/on-again ever since. They moved in together (finally) at the beginning of this year, and shortly thereafter, he knocked her up. Anyway, my parents will be moving at the end of October to be there before the baby comes, and for anyone who knows me, this is a H-U-G-E deal. HUGE. MONSTROUS. My parents are the source of entertainment, my free meal tickets, and general support system in the absence of a large circle of friends. Mom is my best friend -- and while I know I'll still be able to talk to her every day, I feel like someone sucker-punched me with this whole baby thing.
See, as petty as this may sound, it was supposed to be ME that went through all of this first, not him. I'm the oldest. I'm supposed to be married, with at least 1 kid already. Instead, I'm about as far away from married as you can get, and my furry animals are my child-substitutes. Now, I do sort of like my life -- but I couldn't help feeling irrationally jealous about the whole thing when he first told me. I'm fine now -- I'm SO excited to be an aunt, I can hardly wait for her to get here! I'm not happy about being so 750 miles away, while they all get to see her and touch her and play with her every day... the best I can do is drive down for a visit every 3 months or so.
Which brings me to... general work unsatisfaction (is that a word?). I'm beginning to hate my job so, so much. I've been doing this for 5 years, internet, and it's just evolved so much since I started, and I'm not sure I've evolved along with it. I like to think I've adapted, but I can't see for sure that I have. And of course, we're about to evolve further, and naturally, without proper training for all involved. Yeah-rah, Corporate America!! So, I find that I'm staying for 1) the benefits (which, for me, includes 28 days of PTO per year since I've been here so freakin' long), and 2) the pay ('cause I can't make this much money without a degree anywhere else). If it weren't for those 2 things, I'd be packin' it in and moving to Georgia along with everyone else!
Shortly after my last post, I found out I'm going to be an aunt for the first time. My younger brother followed the love of his life to Georgia 2 years ago, and they've been off-again/on-again ever since. They moved in together (finally) at the beginning of this year, and shortly thereafter, he knocked her up. Anyway, my parents will be moving at the end of October to be there before the baby comes, and for anyone who knows me, this is a H-U-G-E deal. HUGE. MONSTROUS. My parents are the source of entertainment, my free meal tickets, and general support system in the absence of a large circle of friends. Mom is my best friend -- and while I know I'll still be able to talk to her every day, I feel like someone sucker-punched me with this whole baby thing.
See, as petty as this may sound, it was supposed to be ME that went through all of this first, not him. I'm the oldest. I'm supposed to be married, with at least 1 kid already. Instead, I'm about as far away from married as you can get, and my furry animals are my child-substitutes. Now, I do sort of like my life -- but I couldn't help feeling irrationally jealous about the whole thing when he first told me. I'm fine now -- I'm SO excited to be an aunt, I can hardly wait for her to get here! I'm not happy about being so 750 miles away, while they all get to see her and touch her and play with her every day... the best I can do is drive down for a visit every 3 months or so.
Which brings me to... general work unsatisfaction (is that a word?). I'm beginning to hate my job so, so much. I've been doing this for 5 years, internet, and it's just evolved so much since I started, and I'm not sure I've evolved along with it. I like to think I've adapted, but I can't see for sure that I have. And of course, we're about to evolve further, and naturally, without proper training for all involved. Yeah-rah, Corporate America!! So, I find that I'm staying for 1) the benefits (which, for me, includes 28 days of PTO per year since I've been here so freakin' long), and 2) the pay ('cause I can't make this much money without a degree anywhere else). If it weren't for those 2 things, I'd be packin' it in and moving to Georgia along with everyone else!
