Saturday, January 05, 2008

This is for Slub

Slub is my nephew whose name is not really Slub. It's not a very nice nickname, but I came up with it when I was 14 or something.

Slub just sent me an email PLEADING for a new blog post and asserting that surely SOMETHING has happened in my life since October.

And indeed things have happened in my life since October.

The job I got is a job I have no more. I lasted about three weeks and then QUIT. I have never quit a job. I've always eased out of them or had to leave them because I was leaving the area or something.

I basically could not STAND dealing with the administrator of the school. Nothing I did was good enough for her and she was just a straight up lousy manager. And they weren't paying me enough.

So. Now I am back to being a secretary. It is a tiny bit demoralizing. What did I go to graduate school for if I was just going to wind up being an assistant again? Sure, I'm a better-paid assistant, and I'm working for a company that deals with a lot of international issues, so it's a good place to be.

Truly I like my job (and I'm not just saying this); it keeps me very busy, which is good for me right now. There are some super nice folks there; I feel like the company as a whole is really trying to do some good things and hopefully I'll find as I learn more that they are actually succeeding. I think my main thing is I need to get over my inferiority complex and let myself have a PERSONALITY at work. I tend to turn into a very meek automaton on the job.

I have another job too. It is just on Saturdays. It is at a dog kennel. Yes indeed. It is heaven on earth--so relaxing and stress-free. Just hang out, play with some dogs, clean up some, and head on home.

I just had my first holiday season with Himself. It was very difficult for both of us. I don't think we prepared enough. I had no idea how hard it would be for me to break with my traditions. I've never had to do that before. With both of my previous relationships, the fellow and I weren't in the same place over the holidays. And Himself and I both have the same hometown and thus much conflict. Poor Himself. Poor Lollygagger.

So is that good enough for you, Slub?