May 12

So, I’m out of town right now for business. Basically, I’m becoming a ‘certified’ trainer. Now, mind you, I’ve already trained two new employees, but now I’ll be certified to do it. So, my company flew me out on Sunday afternoon. Yes, mothers’ day. It kinda sucked, but my mom wasn’t feeling well anyway so it wasn’t like I had plans. Anyway, so I’m in Tennessee. I haven’t been here, since 2002. So much has changed. It’s still beautiful though. I’m sad that I haven’t had a chance to get out and about and check everything out. Hopefully I’ll get that chance in a couple of months when I come back for 5 year service award banquet. Sometimes I forget that I’ve been with my company for 5 ½ years, and then there are other times, that it seems like I’ve been with them for 50 years. I guess it’s like that with every place. The home office is really nice though. It makes me wish that I lived here and could work at corporate, instead of ‘out in the field’. I think that there are more benefits at corporate. Main on being that they can wear jeans. EVERY DAY.

My flight out here was delayed in Cincinnati. The plane was supposed to take off at 7:45pm. First, we had to wait for the plane. Then, we had to wait for the crew. We didn’t end up leaving there until 9:45pm, and didn’t get to my hotel until around 11:00pm. Needless to say, I was exhausted… but, couldn’t sleep. So, I took a nice soak in the bath, then played around online until I was just beyond exhaustion, and finally called it a night. Around 12:45am. Had ‘training’ all day. Which was nice. I got to put some faces with some of the names and people that I’ve talked to all these years but never met because they started after me. One of the biggest compliments to me ever? Was when one of the guys, that I had talked to many times, said he was very happy to finally meet me… and he thought that I was an exceptional person. He said this in front of the whole training class. Wow. Just wow. I mean, sure, tell me it’s nice to meet me, etc… but to me, that was a huge compliment. J Guess I’m doing something right. LOL

Tomorrow is the end of training, and I’m kinda sad. I think it would be better if I could stay longer. Oh well. So, I’m dreading the flight though. See, I’m on one of these 4 seater plans. Two on each side, cramped, etc. You have to walk out on the tarmac, to climb the stairs to get in the plane. This is NOT NORMAL. I mean, seriously. Something is wrong about this, unless it’s a private jet, where I can lay down in some cushy bed.. I should not be enduring the pain of having to walk out where they FLY THE PLANES, damnit. So, when they ask for feedback, believe me… I’m going to give it. And when I book travel for the banquet? I’m requesting FIRST CLASS, BABY!

Alright, it’s almost midnight, and I need to finish packing. I swear, it took longer to pack coming out here, than it is for me to go back…. Interesting.

Feb 27

So, it looks like the facility change at work is inevitiable. Sure, there are a couple of good points, but there are *so* many bad ones as well. Not only did they increase my facilities that I visit, now they are moving me out of my comfort zone. I’ve become content where I’m at. The people, the processes, the workload, everything. And now, they are moving me — more stress, heavier workload, and working with someone that I used to work with a long time ago, that didn’t always go so well. Ugh. It’s very frusterating to me. I want to be in MY place and working on my OWN. But, of course — I wasn’t given any choice in those matters. So yeah. Not happy about that at all.



School is going okay. Parts of it is pretty boring, but it’s not too difficult yet so that’s always good.



I had a wonderful weekend. I went to my Aunt & Uncles in Texas. I absolutely love it down there. I’m not sure what it is about being down there, but it just feels a little less stressful for me. Life seems easier for me when I’m down there. Sure, it might be because it’s just visiting and it’s not me living down there. But I can’t help but become intrigued by the ease of it all. Maybe it’s all because I feel that I’m in a rut, and I don’t like it.



I mean really, is it so hard to want to be able to write for a living, or photography, just something creative. To no longer work *for* someone else, and to work at doing something that *I* want? Is it so hard to dream about winning the lottery so that I can do just that. So that I can also take trips to fantastic places, and see interesting things, and to. not. worry. about things like money and jobs and being stuck.