Sunday, October 21, 2007


I worked another six-day week and woke up four times last night to the sound of my neighbor clumping across the floor on Clydesdale feet.

I go through so much back-and-forth here. I want to make this work: Portland, life alone, the new job. But the job, painful as it is, isn't really the kicker here. It's the fact that I have no time to go home -- I realized this morning that I'd spent the last seven days talking to no one but office mates. I miss my friends. I miss my family. I'm tired of making excuses to people who don't understand why those two parts of my life matter so much to me.

They do. I don't know what it means, but I have some thinking to undertake this week.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Amen, amen, amen. The 6-7 day, 10+ hour per day workweek is killing me, too. Whoever sent out the memo that 20-somethings have endless energy to burn should be shot. In the groin. So that they can bleed to death slowly. No time for family, no time for pets, no time for friends. This is truly insane, and I keep telling myself it will get better. God willing that will be the case...

~Toiling in NY