ocean spray; the jaded counselor
i guess i type fairly well under the influence. gotta love drunk updates! last night's ocean-spray tidal wave of cosmopolitans really was well worth it, even if i didn't sleep well. those drinks flowed like water! for some reason i awoke at 3am and only managed to doze until the alarm went off. now i feel like i'm drowning in a tidal wave of work and fatigue.
i'm back from my work trip and am here in my office, but boy was today rough! the last thing i wanted to do this morning was sit in that training seminar dying of thirst, with my eyes glazed over and hurting from the harsh fluorescent, watching our seminar speakers drone on and on, with their lips flapping like tired elastic. what could be said in an hour took three. TOO.MUCH.INFORMATION.
my job is running me into the ground. some days i love it and think i'm making a difference in someone's life, and other days i feel so cynical and burned out and jaded. i came in here too idealistic. i truly thought that by coming to this agency with my own experiences with disability issues, i could make a difference. i suppose that's typical of people who go into the helping professions, or healthcare, or education, or nonprofits and all. you have a calling, and you follow it, and there is some fulfillment, but also some disappointments along the way that give you a reality check. does that make sense? no? probably not.
*PS: i've made a really important decision in my life, and now i have another one to make soon. i'm excited and scared all at once.
but for now, i'm off to get some yummy fish tacos for dinner. come join me!
