Hi guys. Let's Catch up.
I started school last week. Oh my god, what have I done? Last week was mostly orientation plus homework assignments, but I met my cohort and my main professor and it was all just a really good experience. I was stoked. And I absolutely loved my homework -- so far, it's basically reading I would do for pleasure. But this week was our first official class and I kind of wanted to kill myself or someone else. Too many reasons to go into. Frick.
I hurt my back on Sunday. Double frick. This happens every few years - I put my back out and I can't ever really understand how or why. It takes almost a week of painkillers and nothing but sleep to go back to normal. This time it's not quite as bad, so I've just cut out all jogging and surfing this week and moved around real slow, but that's not really doing the trick. So I got the painkillers today and I guess I'll add those to the mix. It's from stress, I know it is, but I would like it to go away. Now. Please.
I got a job. I know. That didn't take long at all! Remember how I needed one last Shitty Banking Job to get me through school so I can leave the industry once and for all and become a teacher? Well, I got what looks to be a pretty good Shitty Banking Job. We'll see. I start on the 13th, it's a mile or so from my house, and I can wear casual clothes. (See what's important to me now?) My schedule is swing, Sun - Thurs, so that's really different, but maybe I can surf on Fridays? I manage a small group and that's probably all I'll get to say about that. Please sacrifice a goat or throw a virgin into the volcano or whatever. It's going to be a TRANSITION.
About a year and a half ago when I moved back to Portland and tried online dating the first time, I met a great guy who I would have liked to date, but he wasn't from the area and I don't do long-distance relationships. We kept in regular touch, and he finally wore me down (that's bait, btw; he's not supposed to be reading) and I let him come up to visit about a month ago. We had a really great time, and he arrives tomorrow for a second visit. Don't go apeshit or anything because I still don't do long-distance relationships, and nobody's moving, but he seems like a great guy. He's 6'3", very smart, has a nerdy job in a good field, divorced with small kiddos, and is from the Hunting.ton Bea.ch area. Also, 6'3." I'm excited for his visit. I hope we have another fun weekend.
Ch-ch-ch-changes. It's all
a little way too much right now. I'd like to surf really bad and let the water take all the jumbled parts and help them settle where they belong. Soon, I hope. I want that to happen soon.