Thursday, August 11, 2005
I have to say, things are picking up for me here in Chicago: I am making new friends, re-establishing my old friendships, and finally getting settled in. In short, Chicago is finally feeling like a place to call home, instead of the place I retreated to after many years on the East Coast.
Work is coming along well enough for me not to complain about, though the job is tougher than I thought (let’s just say that bastardizing statistics to get the results you want is a lot harder than doing pure research – that’s what I get for selling my soul to the devil). Sure, there are a couple of ass holes around here but, all and all, it’s nothing I can’t handle.
And this is going to be a busy month for me as well. I’m out of town to discuss the eminent pseudo-fatherhood meeting, then it’s FINALLY off to Provincetown with Rob for a much-needed looooong vacation.
To add something new, I’ve also booked a trip to Puerto Rico with Rob. Okay, maybe vacationing with Rob part is nothing new, but going to PR is something I’ve never done.
My 30th birthday is also fast-approaching. . . not only does that mean that I’m getting old, but also that I have to get my driver’s license renewed. And knowing that I have hours to wait in line and a test at the DMV, I’m beginning to think there’s something worse than being older than I care to admit.
Work is coming along well enough for me not to complain about, though the job is tougher than I thought (let’s just say that bastardizing statistics to get the results you want is a lot harder than doing pure research – that’s what I get for selling my soul to the devil). Sure, there are a couple of ass holes around here but, all and all, it’s nothing I can’t handle.
And this is going to be a busy month for me as well. I’m out of town to discuss the eminent pseudo-fatherhood meeting, then it’s FINALLY off to Provincetown with Rob for a much-needed looooong vacation.
To add something new, I’ve also booked a trip to Puerto Rico with Rob. Okay, maybe vacationing with Rob part is nothing new, but going to PR is something I’ve never done.
My 30th birthday is also fast-approaching. . . not only does that mean that I’m getting old, but also that I have to get my driver’s license renewed. And knowing that I have hours to wait in line and a test at the DMV, I’m beginning to think there’s something worse than being older than I care to admit.
# posted by otas : 2:33 PM
