Playing Catch Up

Hello everyone!  I am back.  Refreshed and ready to write.  Sorry for my long absence, but sometimes people need to disappear and take care of things.  Sound mysterious?  Picture me cackling maniacally right now, and you will have your answer.

The next few posts are going to be things that I wrote over the few months that I was gone.  Playing catch up, if you will.

I am going to label them with the date I wrote them on, until I am all caught up to current me.  Cool?

Here is the first:

July 13, 2010

I have to say that the past two days have been a little hairy.  We were told at work that our hours were being reduced, so that instead of 40 hours a week, we would go down to 30.  At first I was stoked, thinking "Sweet! A day off.  I can spend that time doing what I want, getting in tune with myself".  But, no.  Not going to work that way.  Instead, we do not get a day off, we only get shortened days.  Great.  So not only am I having to budget for a big pay cut while Dave is already not working (he was laid off from this same place), but I can't even get a part time job because I still have to be at work everyday.  Sigh.  Oh well.  Things could be much, much worse and I know that.  At least I rode the wave of optimism for a whole day right? Ha.  If you know me at all, believe me when I say that that in itself is a miracle.

I have been going through my old journals and laughing out loud at some of the things I wrote.  Here is an excerpt from one of them:

"July 13th, 2003

You know what I have been listening to a lot lately?  People's laughter.  I like the sound of it.  I listen to see if it is meaningful laughter, or if it is forced or fake.  I am told all the time that my laugh sounds fake.  I guess most of the time it is.  I have an odd sense of humour and I don't really find stupid things funny.  But I do know that it's been a long time since I laughed so hard that my stomach hurt.  I find that I surround myself with people who share the same sense of humour as I do, therefore I am always laughing with my friends.  But not lately.  Now that I am here, I don't have any friends who can make me laugh the way John or Linda can.  It's not necessarily a bad thing or anything.  Now I listen to others' laughter to see if they are really enjoying their laugh, or if they are just faking it, like most people do".

Don't mind me.  I was a ray of sunshine then.  I just had to give up my lovely apartment in Kingston and move home with my parents to finish university through correspondence.  I ran out of loan money, was starving, and couldn't find a job.  Hence, the happy post.  I was 23 and thought I knew everything.  

Man, don't we all when we're 23?
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