Hello there people. Seems I don’t get on here too often. I’m not sure anyone ever bothered to read my previous posts/blogs whatever they are called, and I’m not sure anyone will read this one, but here we go with some ramblings of a self proclaimed “sob” (sad ole b!itch)…
Rambling number one,
I’m not sure that I belong in this town…I don’t hunt, fish, snowmobile, canoe, camp, or hike, but I do like to drink beer. If you like quiet, one lane driving then this is the place for you. Lately I’ve been just dreaming of getting out of here, dreading another winter, long, cold, too much snow…just yuk. It doesn’t seem to be on the horizon for us, but we will continue to try. I miss my friends and family too much. So, I’ve just been heaping on the hate for this little town which doesn’t deserve it, but the hate continues to fester. I dislike the stupid little bugs that seem to live only in our back yard, and at the spot where the boy and I wait for his school bus. Nasty little things make me a raving lunatic, especially when they get in my eye.
Rambling number two,
I work retail. It is basically the only job I could get. I went to the employment office to ask for … I don’t know… help? And the only advice I took home with me was, “Yes there is a lot of nepotism around here.” Thanks for nothing. However, this retail gig has been interesting from day one. I really have no fear of talking to not only complete strangers, but really weird ones too. I do fail to hide my “I’m not going to put up with your sh!t, so get the f*ck away from me weirdo” face. It can be a good source of entertainment though, and most of the people I work with are pretty darn hilarious, and fun to work with. I don’t really take my job seriously, except when it comes to making sure that I don’t make any mistakes. I dislike mistakes. There are so many stories to tell about interactions with customers, and some employees, but I won’t mention them here…they are being stored in an attempt to use them one day in the career I would rather have…writing.
Rambling number three,
There seems to be a shortage of time. I’m absolutely exhausted at the end of the day…sometimes 8:30pm, which is something of a tragedy. Because, if I want to write, when the heck is that supposed to happen? Precisely my objection to myself…don’t go to bed now, boot up that computer and write something! This is the first time I’ve been writing more than my schedule or grocery list in a long time. Shortage of time, and bad management of time is my nemesis. Good thing is that I have actually finished a couple of books, and put some marks on paper that may or may not resemble art. It has been a few weeks since I did a piece of art though, and today I was really wanting to do some, but I grabbed my camera and went for a family shuffle through the woods instead. Really a good idea, as there are a couple of shots that got me smiling.
So, here are some things that make my world go round…