Saturday, April 29, 2017

Back to the old Grind

Aside from a cold I had, I thoroughly enjoyed my vacation. Didn't do any excursions or cruise activities, just took time to rest. My friends and I did go to the beach in Nassau, but the waves were obnoxious.

This week, I got back to the grind at work, spent a couple of days hating it. Then, I went to my church's revival, and the sermons were basically about your attitude when going through trials. I'll just do my best to be patient.

I registered at Ace-Book, a Facebook for Asexuals and A-Specs. I'll see where that leads.

Tuesday, April 11, 2017

Counting Down My Vacation Days

This time next week, I will be in the Bahamas, soaking up the sun with my friends. I will not think about this job for one iota of a second.

An administrative assistant job opened up in the IT department, but I can't apply to internal jobs until I've been here a year. That's about 35 days away. Loopholes. I also want to see if they would give me above the Midpoint, because I already make that. I miss working at DTI. I wish I were still there.

Thursday, April 6, 2017

I Closed my Meetup Group & My Outlook

Or, at least, I cancelled my organizer subscription. I had the three people join, but there was no contact from them, even when I sent out e-mails. So, it's whatever. I'm going to just keep going out little by little, keep in touch with people on AVEN (Asexuality Visibility & Education Network), and see what happens. I do still have a Spades & Arrows account, but that's bleh.

Two weeks ago, Grey's Anatomy had the BLEAKEST episode in the history of Grey's episodes, and that's saying a lot. It made me so depressed. It was the old couple. There were these two old surgeons, and the wife was having this surgery that might give her a little more time with her husband (I can't remember what the surgery was for; I just remember she was choosing between no surgery/dying and surgery/dying a little later). More time turned out to be 8 hours or so. She wanted to give her husband time to learn to do things for himself, and that was how his last scene ended. Owen was going to call him a cab, but he said, "No, I have to learn to do things on my own now," and we watch him shuffle sadly out of the hospital to the corner to catch a cab.

That scene right there made me think: well, what is the point of love?! And it's a fictional tv show! It just hurt my feelings so much. I can't imagine growing old with someone and then dealing with them dying before me, but I see it around me all the time. The widows/widowers keep living, but you know it's hard to. That is life, though.

I just don't like the odds.