Things in my life that are broken:
My home computer. She just sputtered and died one day back in January. I think it was January. All my days and nights seem to whiz by. May have even been in December. Ive been writing all my entries from my work laptop. Wonder if Ill get busted by somebody like my boss. I wonder if he already knows and reads and just doesnt say anything. I wonder why he keeps asking me questions about my personal life? Its all very strange
.like, I know people around here (work) gossip and stuff, but how did he know that I was dating a movie director? He didnt know who exactly, he just asked me about the guy in LA, and how things were going and isnt he some kind of Hollywood type? Very strange. I think its time to get another computer for personal use. And soon.
Oh, and in case youre wondering, my boss is very cool. Very, very cool.I dont normally confide in him because I dont want him to think Im a dork (thats what this journal is for), but I dont mind giving him a few tidbits now and then to keep our relationship on the friendly side. I just cant quite figure out why he asks those really personal questions sometimes.
The old mantle clock. One of my most prized possessions. It belonged to my grandparents on my mothers side. I loved that clock ever since I started visiting my grandparents in the summers when I was a kid. I used to sleep on the sofabed in the living room when Id stay, and that old clock would chime every 15 minutes. It would keep me awake the first few nights, but after a few days, Id get used to the chime and even found it soothing.
After my grandparents were both gone, I somehow inherited the clock. I dont know how my mom knew I loved it so much because Id never said anything to her, but she gave it to me anyway. I think its the best gift Ive ever received.
Its traveled with me state to state, place to place, and everywhere Id go, that clock would stir me when it would chime. It would keep me on track in the mornings and remind me when it was time to go out at night. Some nights, Id lie awake in bed and let the clock count sheep for me.
The clock stopped sometime during my last trip to Los Angeles. That was two weeks ago. There it still sits on my bookshelf, stuck at 5 til 5. Its not the same in my place now
I cant figure out what time it is without looking at my phone or the clock in the kitchen. Im desperate to hear that chime again.
The coffee maker. Up late last night working on my presentation, so after I left the office I went to the market and bought some milk for steaming. Home and made coffee, steamed the milk, drank about three café au laits while I almost finished my project. Watched some tube, put on my jammies, and went to turn off the coffee maker, when POW!!! Sparks flew, I screamed, and that was the end of the coffee maker.
The heel of those great boots I bought in LA. Super cool, tall, and croco. They were sexyuntil I made it back to the airport and was lugging my giant suitcase to my car, and SNAP! The heel broke off. The first time Id worn them! Not so sexy when youre limping to your car lugging a 60 lb suitcase, eh?
Those cute sunglasses I JUST bought in Miami. Okay, they were only 18 bucks, but they were darling. Amber shades with animal print frames. Stinkin cute. Until I went to put them on the next day and a screw had come loose on the frame and the lens was dangling by one screw. I was screwed.
The zipper pulls on my suitcase. I have to rig them every time I travel.
My nails. Lets not even get into this issue. Yuck. They used to be so beautiful, but nobody can do them right here in the Great Midwest.
My sense of well-being. Somethings not quite right with me lately. Im pretty sure its quite noticeable. I love my job. I love the travel. I adore meeting new people, seeing new places, experiencing new things. But Ill never get that balance that Ive been searching for if I keep up the way I have. I dont know what to do about it. I dont know how to keep from staying at work late every time I have an office day. I dont know how to not work on weekends. I dont know how to keep my head above water. Im terrified of losing my job because its the ONLY thing I have. Seriously.
I really need to figure this shit out.
Oh
.and I need to get a new coffee maker, stat.
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