I asked one of my friends what they had been up too and received the following reply:
(Friend's spouse's name) home teaching student's name is (student's name), is a blind latina 12 years old girl with a oxygen tube with a home day care nurse...And (friend's spouse's name) is teaching (student) how to listen, speak and sing.....
My issues about my job, my car, and my weight have diminished smaller than a black hole. Thanks for the reminder, my friend.
The job situation is just a symptom, though. I've realized for quite some time that I'm between two worlds: twenties and thirties.
I'm too old for the former. I feel it physically and mentally. And yet, while I'm in the latter age category, I still feel like I'm flubbing about the current of my life like, well, a twenty-year old. (I definitely don't feel like a teen. Despite my spouse's protestations and my friends' smirks, I don't always think about sex every other minute anymore. Honest.)
Huh. Funny. As I write this post, I feel much of my confusion draining away, leaving me feeling oddly...empty. But in a nice way, like a good fart.
Excuse me while I go to the restroom.
I felt a lot of frustration over the past couple of weeks. I was not happy with losing my last job, for example. I mean, while most people find such a loss tiresome, I felt it more keenly since I finally realized that the novelty of temping is wearing a bit thin.
There was a time I enjoyed tempting, of knowing my true boss was the agency, not the "supervisor" on site. Worries about health benefits or retirement? Bah. For those wimps who take those lashes on the back (figuratively or literally) from abusive co-workers or supes. Incremental pay raises? Bah. I'll go find another job with pay that accurately reflected my skills and experience. (At one point I doubled my rate with simple job change.)
Now I'm half-hoping* this current assignment goes perm. What's changed? Attachments.
Specifically, I now want a perm job I don't have to worry where the next paycheck comes from. My salary provides our discretionary income: when I don't work, we have to rein in our book-buying, eating out, buying cars, etc.; basically, all the activities that make life fun. More importantly, I revolve much of my activities around work because of the amount of time it takes out of my day. (At least eleven when counting getting ready and driving to and fro from work.) Working from 0700 to 1600 gives a different amount of time for extracurricular activites than working from 0900-1800.
Sigh. This current assignment's scheduled to last until mid-January. I'm already committing too much time just thinking of what to do afterwards.
*Why only half? That pay's a bit low, barely making the low end of my regular rates. I would have been estatic a decade ago. Now, well, it's just sustenance.
Busy new job plus a (mild) cold is a potent mix. Unfortunately, it's a negative one. But I've (for the most part) recovered from latter (still have a cough or two) and am adjusting to the former.
Here are some of the highlights of the past couple of weeks:
I'll be elaborating on some of the current stuff above shortly.
Back to work....
"Only two things are infinite: the universe and human stupidity... and I'm not sure about the former."
– Albert Einstein
