There are times when my job is so frustrating I want to peel the skin off of my own face.

But still, even when I’m thinking about going postal (Hey, Jamie! 1986 called, and it wants its catchphrase back!), it never, ever crosses my mind that I made a mistake leaving the radio station.

I think that’s a serious sign that I made a good decision. Either way, I’ll take flesh-peeling frustration over total bewilderment and paranoia any day, because at least now, I understand why everyone is bouncing off the walls. No regret. Not a bad way to be.

Matt started his new job yesterday, and he’s staying with me this week to cut his commute in half until we move into a place together. Everyone keeps asking me how “living with him” is going. It’s been exactly a day and a half, and I have spent the majority of the time at work or at the gym, so… Fine, thanks!

(Go ask him and then come back and tell me what he says. See if he’ll go to prom with me, too.)

This entry was posted on Tuesday, October 24th, 2006 at 7:35 am and is filed under Uncategorized. You can follow any responses to this entry through the RSS 2.0 feed. You can skip to the end and leave a response. Pinging is currently not allowed.