| Blackbyrd ( @ 2008-04-19 13:48:00 |
I'm having one of those months where you just wish you were some(one?)where else, ya know?
It's not that I hate my job, or even that the living in a hotel is really that difficult, but that I just wish I could be home, NOT working in the field, and doing the things I really want to do.
I went to the music store today to see about renting a violin and taking lessons, but the mutes they had didn't seem to do a whole lot, and I don't know about you, but I can't think of anything more dreadful than being the neighbor of someone who has just taken up the violin, and is practicing in the hotel room next door.
I've been spending too much time recently rehashing my divorce in my head and yearning for some opportunities to vent a little on some people for being complete and utter assholes, what with the whole violating trust and such, but even that's not a clear case of "Gee that'd make me feel better," because really, I also owe them thanks for opening the gates of hell and letting me out.
I'm feeling a little depressed, and while I'm pretty sure this is just an extra-low spot in the cycle, and everything will be peachy keen in a few days as I move into a more manic phase, right now it pretty much sucks. (No, I don't think I'm diagnosably bipolar, but I think I have some tendencies in that direction.)
There's work to be done here, but it is (as it always seems to be lately) all about picking up after others and finishing their work. That's the most dreary kind, because it's all about re-reading all their notes, examining all the data, hopefully coming to the same conclusions, or at least being able to justify the conclusions they arrived at, and assembling it all into a nice, readable package. (All the while wondering why they couldn't have finished this themselves before they left.)
It's Springtime back home, and while it's reasonably nice around here, it isn't home, and while I need to be here to earn the money to do the things I would want to do if I were home, such logic doesn't make me feel any better about not being there.
On top of that, I'm tired. Maybe that's what this is all about. I'm just cranky 'cause I need my nap.