I am only comforted by the fact that this degrading, menial, tedious job will not matter to me a year from now. It will have all been for the paycheck; just the means to an end.
I can't wait to have clarity again--or at least some semblance of it. I seem to have momentarily adopted the onset-dementia mentality, the hyper-criticalness, the high-maintenance. Once in a while I catch myself unconsciously imitating these patterns of behavior, and I have to stop myself. What are you doing, I think. That's not me. While I always try to hold myself accountable for my own actions, it is impossible to believe that working for the same crazy baboon of a woman for seventeen months does not have an effect on you.
Coincidentally, Frou Frou's "Let Go" just began on my Pandora.
Cute.
Switching gears here, I have found this enticing NYT article on Barcelona.
Check it out HERE.
I can almost smell Barcelona from here. Anyone know of any cheap-ish, tour guidey-ish trips for young people in the city traveling to España? If so, please do inform me!!
In honor of the sultry snowflakes billowing in snowy clouds outside my window, I am off to make myself some hot cocoa . . .
God, I love the word sultry so much I will even use it improperly just for the sake of the word.
UNT
