(The title being from some pop song some local artist produced, which is hilarious and I wish there were a copy online to show you.)
I just thought I’d make a little note here that I’m not sad and lonely like I was a week or two ago. Sometimes big changes coincide with hormonal fluctuations and you’re just kind of predisposed to get weepy. Not that the homesickness wasn’t justified, but the timing made it worse. Stupid ovaries!
I suppose I should consider making friends outside of work, but there are so many people at work that there doesn’t seem to be any point in venturing outside to meet people. I’m at an office with ten times as many employees as my previous jobs, and they all smile at you as they pass you in the hallways. All of them. It was really unnerving at first, and on Monday mornings it’s just plain creepy.
I’ve been spending Friday nights with a bunch of Albertans, two-thirds of which are named Kevin (as is everybody in this town: I think I’ve met six). They think I’m a lush because so far I’ve passed out or left by around 10 pm both nights. I blame it on work, because all the brain usage is exhausting. I may need my friends from Vancouver to act as references that I’m capable of staying up as late as grown-ups.
There’s other stuff I could write about, but it is 10 pm and I am obviously not grown-up yet so it’s time for my cat to tuck me in and purr me a bedtime story. Not that I can hear her over the whir of the AC unit.
