I wrote a blog this morning about what a nice weekend I had, blah blah blah, and there was a myspace error and it went away. Now I'm in Omaha. I'm tired. I'm irritated. I've been trying non stop to arrange my schedule around everyone else's stuff and then they keep changing things. I think I'm just going to say screw it and bid for what I want. I'm the one who has to deal with the schedules I bid for anyway. Not the people who I arrange my whole schedule for a few hours with them and then never see or hear from them otherwise... Yes, I'm irritated and probably should be sleeping and not blogging.
Work has also been an exercise in futility lately. It feels like I've spent more time sitting at the airport, riding as a passenger, or riding empty planes, than I have actually working. I've been home unexpectedly two nights lately, but I've gotten there so late everyone has already been sleeping for hours.
I need to remind myself what I nice weekend I had. I have also had to remind myself that there are lots of people I know who have regular 9-5 jobs who have less social life than I do. I just sometimes feel like entire days of my life are drifting by, spent sitting on a plane or in an airport.
I read a really cute book called "The Little Grey Men". It was recommended as a childhood favorite by a friend. It was about gnomes and woodland life and I quite enjoyed it. I am glad I'm not a gnome. Now I'm reading "Between, Georgia". I found it in the lounge but it's really good. It's crazy how involved I get in books sometimes. I guess that's why we enjoy reading. Sometimes I'll be sitting in the galley reading and when I stop I have to take a minute to remember that I'm in a metal tube flying through the sky. It's nice to be able to live a little bit of someone else's life for a minute.
Currently reading : Between, Georgia By Joshilyn Jackson
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