I always forget to write about when I am at “home” it’s like
it’s a part of me that doesn’t exist. I haven’t given Ireland the fair shake of
things because I have always had one foot out the door. Today at work I
realized this when Jim-Bob said that he didn’t want me to leave, and Cilly-B
said “I know right, lets buy her some land and she can build a house” at which
point Jim-Bob said “I meant tonight”, and we all burst out in a fit of giggles.
It had become clear who likes me more, just saying.
It needs to be said that I love my job. Shuffle-ufugus
drives me insane, and I hate that I can’t even deal with it without bitching
like some crazy ex-girlfriend. I try so hard but I just can’t. It’s just
soooooooooooooo frustrating, but I will put up with him to keep this job.
Loving my job also makes it hard to try and plan bounce out trips. I have this
sense of loyalty. The housemate tells me this is silly and I give them way too
much, and I know she is right but I literally cannot help myself. This is who I
am the overly loyal employee that feels taken advantage of in the end. But I
really do love this job. Not enough to stay though, maybe it’s time I give the
city a chance. I’ve lived here for 6 months and I haven’t done anything here. I
need to start being a tourist here. I focus on getting out, maybe it’s time I
focus on staying in…
Ahh I’ll wait till flights to Europe get more expensive.
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