Sunday, Dec. 09, 2007 at 7:16 P.M.
I haven't written in a while because I feel disconnected. You would think me being at the wonderful happy Disney I would be one happy camper. I feel misplaced, I am in a department with around 160 employees, and problem is I am the only non-Spanish speaking person. They are a wonderful bunch but when they all get together; I might as well be deaf I understand nothing. I have not a clue most the time what is going on. A Christmas party for our department well I don't know when it is, flue shot haven't a clue. I ask they tell me but I understand just enough to understand nothing. Most of the times I don't know where I am or where I am suppose to go. They tease me all the time; yes, I need to learn Spanish.
I live too far away for the pay; I travel with daily commuters across town and it takes me an hour each way. My job is physical and demanding, I am tired all the time, I hurt all the time. This old worn out body isn't what it once was, (young.)
I haven't a clue what I'll do just yet, find a job closer to home or another place to live closer to work, or both new job new place to live. Decisions…
My girls are coming along we have good times together when I take my days off and drive to their places, they do not come here or call. Again, I find myself lonely at home and at work, I keep asking myself why.
My friend is always asking me to go places-do things I am thrilled she asks but my hours are in conflict with hers and on workdays, I am too tired to do anything, I am gone 12 to 13 hours. I wonder where the balance I long for is.
I know it takes time to settle in a new area, new job, and I believe someday it will happen I know I need to make it happen. Tonight I am too tired, have a nasty cold and a beautiful fever blister to go with it. Life is good.
Sandyz
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