See that photo? That photo represents work life in 2009 for me. I am Albert in the middle, running from bad to worse, trying to get away, but feeling like there's no way out.
I went to work yesterday, feeling fine, only to discover that it's still 2009 there. And 2009 + work = black hole of suckage. I should know that by now. I really can't wait for the year to get over, but I have a feeling it's not going to improve in 2010.
I realize this is just whining. I remain in a much better position than a lot of people who either don't have a job or have a poor-paying one. I make enough to support a family, but there's almost nothing left over, and with the time-consuming garbage I deal with, it doesn't seem nearly enough.
I wish I had the money to go back to school, to go in a different direction -- although I don't even know what that direction would be. The truth is, I love to write. I always will, so I'm not sure if a different direction is the right move.
So, I'll probably just stay in the middle, running from one bad thing to the next, clinging to whatever glimpse of freedom I own (I do have a vacation next week, they haven't taken that away ... yet). For the first time in my life, buying a lottery ticket seems attractive. I mean like something I could do daily.
Sorry to vent. Sorry I'm cranky this week. Sorry it's not about cards. (One thing: why is Polanco's signature under Pujols, and why is Casey's right on his butt?) Those of you who blog about cards and nothing but, I don't know how you do it sometimes.
Back to cards later. And thank goodness for cards.