So began my second week at work. At the same time, so began my second week staying in an extended stay. Have I grown accustomed to this place and is it home? No. It's hard for an extended stay to really feel like "home," but after a day's work, I guess you can say it's close enough.
Let's take today for example. It was a long and busy day, but not in a bad way. The work kept flowing and I was able to get a lot done. Unfortunately, that meant I didn't leave the office until a little past six. Upon arriving at my extended, I proceeded to take off my pants and switch into my pajama pants. I swear, if that is not one of the first things you do when you get "home" you don't know what comfortable means. I then followed the change in outfit to microwaving dinner and sitting on the couch, with my feet propped up and watching Jeopardy, all while eating dinner. It sounds scandalous, and let me tell you, it really wasn't. It's not 9:28 p.m. and I'm sitting in bed, updating my blog before I go to bed. You must think my life is riveting. Not!
You know what is riveting! The saga that is renting in the Orlando area. Update time! Friday afternoon, I got a call from my relator informing me that the tenant who was living in the unit I'm currently working on renting moved out two days before. Two days! Thus, I'm led to conclude that they have been peeing on my back and telling me it's raining, figuratively speaking. At that moment, I instructed my relator to start looking at other options, because let's be real, I wanted to move into a place weeks ago...
In the light of all of this, I've realize I can handle unfortunate situations longer than I expected, or perhaps I'm getting really good at telling people it's not bothering me. I may also just be really good an avoiding my problems and hoping that things work themselves out eventually. Or I choose to avoid discussing my problems with strangers too much, because I don't want to be that girl. I don't really know, but I do know this, I've been working on my heavy breathing, because I refuse to be pushed to stress induced tears (again).
Anyways, I hope to update you all with good news before the end of the week! Come on, Kefi, find me a place to live! Oh, and if it's not with the complex I've been working on trying to rent, I'm totally cool with that too...they haven't really been the most hospitable of unites...
Namaste, y'all. Namaste.
Sincerely,
Cybill
Let's take today for example. It was a long and busy day, but not in a bad way. The work kept flowing and I was able to get a lot done. Unfortunately, that meant I didn't leave the office until a little past six. Upon arriving at my extended, I proceeded to take off my pants and switch into my pajama pants. I swear, if that is not one of the first things you do when you get "home" you don't know what comfortable means. I then followed the change in outfit to microwaving dinner and sitting on the couch, with my feet propped up and watching Jeopardy, all while eating dinner. It sounds scandalous, and let me tell you, it really wasn't. It's not 9:28 p.m. and I'm sitting in bed, updating my blog before I go to bed. You must think my life is riveting. Not!
You know what is riveting! The saga that is renting in the Orlando area. Update time! Friday afternoon, I got a call from my relator informing me that the tenant who was living in the unit I'm currently working on renting moved out two days before. Two days! Thus, I'm led to conclude that they have been peeing on my back and telling me it's raining, figuratively speaking. At that moment, I instructed my relator to start looking at other options, because let's be real, I wanted to move into a place weeks ago...
In the light of all of this, I've realize I can handle unfortunate situations longer than I expected, or perhaps I'm getting really good at telling people it's not bothering me. I may also just be really good an avoiding my problems and hoping that things work themselves out eventually. Or I choose to avoid discussing my problems with strangers too much, because I don't want to be that girl. I don't really know, but I do know this, I've been working on my heavy breathing, because I refuse to be pushed to stress induced tears (again).
Anyways, I hope to update you all with good news before the end of the week! Come on, Kefi, find me a place to live! Oh, and if it's not with the complex I've been working on trying to rent, I'm totally cool with that too...they haven't really been the most hospitable of unites...
Namaste, y'all. Namaste.
Sincerely,
Cybill
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