Moving on

I finished my lab job completely last night. It felt good, in one of those weird sort of ways. In any case, that's one less weight over my head. I have a couple more to toss off, but for right now, things look a-okay. The nice thing about my new job is that I don't have any take-home work.

In my sort of goodbye email, I made it sound like I was really sad to leave, though I should make it clear that I wrote that email when I was living in opposite land.

I'm relieved that for now I work a job that doesn't involve consuming parts of my life like my last one did. I do wish I could have a supplemental job that had flexible hours, considering how chaotic my work schedule is right now, but since I start classes soon, that should not be too much of a problem.

I should mention that the mouse on this computer is a piece of shit. You have to click like thirty times to get it to respond, and after you finish the thirty clicks, it will go back and execute all thirty of them.

I'm starting to execute my back-up programs, which chiefly involve languages or, despite my greater inclination not to do this, nursing. The plain fact is that I need money, and I can't live on my own when I make 8.02 an hour. Nursing isn't glamorous, or even frankly what I want to do, but there is such a high demand for nurses and I can live pretty comfortably on 25 dollars an hour plus health insurance, that I think that I might later be able to do what I want, but not right away. That's part of the reason I plan on taking A&P and microbiology.

I think the number one sign of getting older is admitting that there just aren't things that you can do, no matter how much you may want to do so. Sometimes, it's fear of social reprisal that holds us back. Other times, it's financial obligations that hold us down, and even frequently, it's our friends and family that remind us of those two fatal words: "you can't".