Almost hit a deer
..on the way to work my first day. For those of you who know me you'll know why this sucks so much. One of the bonuses of my new job was the commute to work was a fraction of what I used to drive, AND it's all city driving.
But there I was 3:00am on I-475 in Toledo (which is brightly lit the entire way,) and there go a couple of deer. So now I've got to decide to risk the deer on the Freeway; or I can take the side streets through some not so nice areas (I saw several Hookers one night) to work every morning. I just can't win.
Something I forgot to mention in my last blog about how work can be frustrating was that it's all worth it. I've had moments of doubt and loneliness. I've questioned several times if I really HAD to give up a job I liked and great friends so soon. These moments however, are short lived.
For one, I'm not going to lose my work friends THAT quickly. Two, there were quite a few things about my old job I really hated. Three, my other living situation was unacceptable. And even if those factors didn't exist the truth is without JR, life is fairly meaningless.
I heard an old song on the radio yesterday that spelled it out perfectly how I feel. It's Midnight Train to Georgia by Gladys Knight, you've heard it. In one line she sings "I'd rather live in his world than without him in mine."
That said, living with JR for the first time is going well. We've had one tiff and that was about the fact that we don't have Internet yet (I asked him to set it up months ago.) Sleep is another issue for us, ok it's an issue for me.
Going to work at 3:30am poses problems for a couple whose work schedules are so different. Thus far he has woken up for my alarm at 2:00am more than me. He says he doesn't remember most of the time but I still feel bad. On top of that I'm not getting much sleep (sorry I just can't go to bed at 6:00pm.) I thought I was tired on my old shift, but I was bed slug compared to now.
JR's a good roommate. He's clean, he likes to cook and he's considerate about not making a lot of noise. We don't have as much time together as I thought we would but maybe that's a good thing. I get every Saturday night off so that's something at least.
On a side note. I was at my parents house this weekend. My dad asked me one morning how I slept. I told him I was fine. He then said it must be nice for me to get to sleep in a bed instead of on the couch. ARG, honestly, how am I supposed to react to that?
But there I was 3:00am on I-475 in Toledo (which is brightly lit the entire way,) and there go a couple of deer. So now I've got to decide to risk the deer on the Freeway; or I can take the side streets through some not so nice areas (I saw several Hookers one night) to work every morning. I just can't win.
Something I forgot to mention in my last blog about how work can be frustrating was that it's all worth it. I've had moments of doubt and loneliness. I've questioned several times if I really HAD to give up a job I liked and great friends so soon. These moments however, are short lived.
For one, I'm not going to lose my work friends THAT quickly. Two, there were quite a few things about my old job I really hated. Three, my other living situation was unacceptable. And even if those factors didn't exist the truth is without JR, life is fairly meaningless.
I heard an old song on the radio yesterday that spelled it out perfectly how I feel. It's Midnight Train to Georgia by Gladys Knight, you've heard it. In one line she sings "I'd rather live in his world than without him in mine."
That said, living with JR for the first time is going well. We've had one tiff and that was about the fact that we don't have Internet yet (I asked him to set it up months ago.) Sleep is another issue for us, ok it's an issue for me.
Going to work at 3:30am poses problems for a couple whose work schedules are so different. Thus far he has woken up for my alarm at 2:00am more than me. He says he doesn't remember most of the time but I still feel bad. On top of that I'm not getting much sleep (sorry I just can't go to bed at 6:00pm.) I thought I was tired on my old shift, but I was bed slug compared to now.
JR's a good roommate. He's clean, he likes to cook and he's considerate about not making a lot of noise. We don't have as much time together as I thought we would but maybe that's a good thing. I get every Saturday night off so that's something at least.
On a side note. I was at my parents house this weekend. My dad asked me one morning how I slept. I told him I was fine. He then said it must be nice for me to get to sleep in a bed instead of on the couch. ARG, honestly, how am I supposed to react to that?
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