One of the hardest parts of moving is losing touch with the friends you have been closest to. I've tried a renewed effort recently to get back in touch, but my attempts have been reached with emptiness on the other line. I don't believe at all that it is intentional, the few that I've been trying with are extremely busy between work, grad school, big cross country moves, and life in general... but it still hurts.
It happened when I left high school, again after leaving Evansville, and again after moving to Texas/Houston.
I also feel that I have changed a lot since moving to Hunt, then again after moving to Houston. Texas has made me a much different person, in a good way. I am more open, more honest with others and myself, and much happier. Leaps and bounds happier. Although I've also realized I've lost touch a little with some of the things I valued about myself. I have become somewhat less tolerant and a little more judgmental of others... a lot of which I blame on my disenchantment with my job, and dealing with customers who know little to nothing about the business process they take part in.
I just wish I could say the same about my job. I began my first "big-girl" job with a lot of high hopes and expectations, and as the months have ticked by with very little reason to believe this job is anything more than a glorified retail corporate B.S. position. I tried to suck it up and manage for a couple months, because I don't really have a choice, but I am miserable. Even more so now that my pay is commissioned. I desperately wish I had $5,000 to throw at them and find a new job.
Friday, July 23, 2010
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