Waiting for Cider

SO... beautiful weekend. I know that pretty much anyone who reads this blog has heard about our little getaway-- but maybe that's not the right attitude. It was a really nice Fall trip and had just the right amount of doing and not doing...

Hm.

I've had so many great ideas for blog posts in the past few days, but.. yeah... I kind forgot them. So I back to what I do best right now-- mull about work and life.

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I was really positive this morning driving to work. I knew what I had to do today, the sun was shining, and I generally had a decent outlook on life and my job for a change. Then, as usual, the day transpired: everyone at work was a big fat rain-laden cloud waiting to drizzle on my party-sunny skies. My coworkers are exhausted, the staff is unmotivated, and there is a general skepticism and paranoia that ebbs and flows in general during the week.

There are rumors that "corporate" is checking on our computers to see what websites we visit, there are rumors that promises made about our salaries won't be delivered upon... etc etc...

So I get disheartened. And I spend my evenings trolling online to see WHAT ELSE in the world I'm qualified for and interested in enough to pursue, and come up short. I wonder why I feel stuck. And I'm disappointed because there are things I actually like about my job, and it just stinks that there are many things that poison that enthusiasm.

And that frustration calls for a glass of wine... and bed... as soon as possible.

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I wish I could wake up everyday on such a beautiful vista.

I watch International House Hunters and wonder how these 20-something newlyweds can afford a $300,000+ VACATION house in the Spanish Mediterranean.

I can't understand how some people I recruit online-- people my age-- who have simply just seemed to make different career choices, are making $60, 70, 80k per year. Not that money is everything, but I don't think I'm that less talented, less hard of a worker....

I just wonder sometimes...