So the weekend started off well. I had a good Friday at work-- laughter over some photoshop work to say good bye to a co-worker who is moving back to Denmark. Friday and Saturday-- even into Sunday afternoon-- was good. I began to move into my new house. My stuff is there even though I can't be yet because the flooring isn't done. I'm actually getting more and more excited to move in, perhaps because...
Sunday night I had a breakdown. It was one of those comes-outta-nowhere geeking out kinda moments. I just didn't feel like myself, I felt stressed for no reason, and I felt unsettled. I truly enjoyed spending Sunday afternoon outside with my boyfriend and one of his roommates. It was a lot of fun. But right around dinner time I started to feel differently. Maybe it was the anticipation of another week of work? The sadness that the weekend was over? But, let's be serious, I have to get used to this. This is what most people do, they work all day.
If I could take a moment to go off on a tangent, I would like to say this is stupid. I dislike the work 8-5, 9-4, or more. I feel as though this wastes peoples lives away. Maybe it doesnt feel like this for people who love their jobs? I really am enjoying mine, as I have just begun a few months ago, but I don't enjoy spending all day in a cubicle. The days just seem to fly by with work-dinner-prep. for the next day-sleep-repeat.
But I thought I was going to complain less! Grrrr, it's a struggle. I feel like, hope that, it'll get better once I'm settled into my new place. I can develop a more permanent routine, or at least have my own space to escape to. I'm also interested in exploring my more "artsy-crafty" side. The side that was always pushed aside (thought down upon) while in design school. Just to give myself some happiness, even if it is just fooling around with things.
That's it for now. Back to work!