My Disjointed Life

I have a job now that I love. My boss is a scream. A tall-ish, plump woman with a round face that always seems to be smiling. Her voice is high, giggling and chuckling through the hall. I am a proofreader for a software company. I am hoping that perhaps this will turn into something larger. I am rewarded with praise for the errors and bugs I catch, and that is especially gratifying after working at the previous company...."we'll ask more and more, and thank you less and less".

C is ducking into the office today to wrap up a few things and print out his res on some perfect paper. His teammate, B, works at A-B, and in the very department perfect for C's skills. If C were to get a position there, he would be set for life. The bennies alone make it quite an alluring package.

The part of my life that is so distressing right now concerns my bilocation, and perhaps I am being short-sighted and it includes my relationship as well. My cats are here at the house, my email is here, my mail comes here, most of my large posessions are stored here. Stored. Meaning, I am not living here. I am living at the apartment. I race back to the house, to scoop the cat litter and feed the cats. I do not get a chance to talk to B and S. When I drop in, of course, they are busy with their own lives. They do not sit on the couch, wondering when I might bless them with 15 minutes of chatter over a litterbox. I feel like I am losing the life I had. I know that I am, of course, but I simply was not prepared for these changes in my inter-personal relationships. I am niave, I guess. I watched the circle of friends, and I realized that I no longer posessed the secret handshake. I was envious, and my itty-bitty feeling were bruised. Let me stand firm, and state that this is not something that anyone has done TO me. It's simply a situation. I wish that my phone would ring and I would receive invites. I need to make sure to occupy myself at this time with something other than laundry. I need estrogen, and estrogen I shall have! I am so grateful to B and S, I feel as though I have taken advantage, although I have tried to cover every base so that I can assure myself that I am not. I am making sure what little I consume here, I pay for, except for the storage fees they could request. I am under the impression that this will all be resolved within eight weeks, but that seems so long. I owe them immensely, regardless of how often I get to chat with them. I just miss everyone, and I am being a pouty little bitch about it. About this and my birthday, that is. Ugh. That's another story...