High Tech Pamplona
The new commute SUCKS.
OK, so it's not that bad, but I feel caught in a downward spiral of social isolation because we're in the middle of nowhere. Lunch with friends is no longer an option and the hours are keeping me from my regular routine at the gym. Lack of endorphins makes the MasterDater a cranky bitch.
It's exciting though. I traded one set of problems for another when I quit and took the new job. In the old job, I was a calf slated to become veal. The youngest chippy in a group of old guys. Not allowed to roam freely or exercise. I was supposed to stay in my cage and not complain about being force-fed. Now the cage has been thrown open and I'm supposed to join in the running of the bulls. Pray that I don't get trampled!
I'm trying to reserve judgment until I get settled. This could be an excellent gig or a hateful existence. It's a toss up really. On the upside, I like the boss. Heck, just having a boss in the local vicinity is a huge improvement. On the downside, I can't imagine having time to date while I'm ramping up... and I also feel like the ramping up might never stop. This could be the end of my dating career and the beginning of my life as a spinster.
Forget the kids vs. career track dilemma... what about the life vs. career dilemma? And how are you supposed to provide for yourself if you don't pick career? Find a sugar daddy?
OK, so it's not that bad, but I feel caught in a downward spiral of social isolation because we're in the middle of nowhere. Lunch with friends is no longer an option and the hours are keeping me from my regular routine at the gym. Lack of endorphins makes the MasterDater a cranky bitch.
It's exciting though. I traded one set of problems for another when I quit and took the new job. In the old job, I was a calf slated to become veal. The youngest chippy in a group of old guys. Not allowed to roam freely or exercise. I was supposed to stay in my cage and not complain about being force-fed. Now the cage has been thrown open and I'm supposed to join in the running of the bulls. Pray that I don't get trampled!
I'm trying to reserve judgment until I get settled. This could be an excellent gig or a hateful existence. It's a toss up really. On the upside, I like the boss. Heck, just having a boss in the local vicinity is a huge improvement. On the downside, I can't imagine having time to date while I'm ramping up... and I also feel like the ramping up might never stop. This could be the end of my dating career and the beginning of my life as a spinster.
Forget the kids vs. career track dilemma... what about the life vs. career dilemma? And how are you supposed to provide for yourself if you don't pick career? Find a sugar daddy?
posted by Master Dater @ 8:19 AM
2 Comments:
At 8:46 AM,
Anonymous said…
I hear ya! I felt like I was in another country! Sometimes when you need to escape the frying pan, the fire don't look so bad.
At 9:30 PM,
Anonymous said…
Hi MD,
Hang in there, i'm sure the job will get easier as you learn to juggle the life you want around your new scedule. It is good that you can now spread your wings and discover things yourself that are your passion through your work.
Regards, A
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