just an old sweet song/keeps Georgia on my mind
I had a bad week. There, I said it. I had a bad week. I'm a prisoner in my own driveway. I let was supposed to take some friends to the airport the other morning and I couldn't get my car out of the driveway because my neighbor refused to answer his door after blocking me in. so they had to call a cab at the last minute.
Work is frustrating me beyond belief. I found out last week I can only work 35 hours a week with no comp time. I found out this week that I can't even compensate sick days or vacation days for the trip I was planning for in May...because those don't become active until 6 months on the job. 6 months seems a little much, for a little nonprofit with a small staff, or is that just me? So I don't know what I'm going to do there. If I just take off and they don't pay me, then fine, whatever.
I'm going home to see my family.
I miss Texas, but sometimes I wonder what it is about Texas that I miss. The people I know? The places I'm familiar with? The weather? The food? The idea?
I usually have these feeling, and these emotions, when I have a bad day--or in this case bad weeks.
But I'm trying not to grumble; I read some 1st Corinthians 10:10 last night and I suppose it put me in my place.
Although obviously not enough, if I'm still feeling these emotions. And if I'm writing this. and if not even my friends can comfort me. well, they partially can. and the partially did.
but I'm still back here now, wrapped up in all this stupid stuff.
I'm helping my landlord tile our bathroom tomorrow. I'm not particuarly looking forward to it, but then again I really don't care and I suppose it will look nicer after it is through. So I guess it's fine.
My roommate is moving out in June, and hopefully one of my friends will move in. But now I don't know, and that makes me nervous becaise then the landlord will fill it with a random person. Not cool.
well there's probably more bothering me tonight, like the current question running through my head about if God still acts like He did in the Old Testament and wipes people out for various
(albiet important) reasons. I wonder.
but enough glass half-empty crap. well, enough writing about it anyways. I'll probably still be thinking about it all for a few more days, I don't forsee these thoughts going away anytime soon. but whatever. at least the sun keeps rising. that's cool.