Almost a year on
That one night of drinks, songs and laughter
Friends, strangers and later aquaintances
Attempting conversations over songs and dances
A weak attempt in an exchange of details
The night finally came to an end
A quick hug and before I knew it
You turned around and disappeared into the night
Almost a year on
And I often find myself wondering...
My new little friend's arrived and seemed to have settled in quite well
I don't know for certain since she locks herself in the room all the time
I no longer have access to my computer, my winter jackets, my books
It's my home but I feel trapped
It's home but yet, not quite
I'm counting down for the weeks to tick by
Don't get me wrong, she's not a bad person but to have a stranger in your house for 5 to 6 weeks is a long time.
It's hard to be friends when you know a person isn't as simple as they make themselves out to be
A nagging feeling I'm not about to dismiss
I miss walking around freely; having a poop whilst staring at the far wall
I miss taking showers with the door open
I miss walking into my home and having it smell like my home
I miss blasting the radio at 7 on weekend mornings
For 3 months in a row, my job search spurts has always occurred between the 8th and the 12th.
Now, what's that suppose to mean?
Work over the next 3 weeks
The visitor and my reaction to her
Lack of motivation at work
Wanting, no, needing a new job with better financial rewards
The guilt after paying for my air ticket
The thought of returning to debt after the holiday
The fact that sometimes I don't seem to even like myself
It's friday night and I spent 2 hours at training and now I'm sitting infront of my computer, looking for jobs and sending out resumes.
All a little sad!
We're approaching the 'month of death' at work
The month where everything needs to be done there and then
No resting, no putting it off
It's the time where you will have no time for socialising.
It's work, work, work.
Unsual for someone who leaves work on time but for something that occurs only 3 - 4 times a year, it's not too bad.
To add to my stress, I've been told I'd be having a visitor for the next 6 weeks. It's been an agreement, where I've been part of, with no voice.
Am I happy about it? Obviously not, otherwise I won't be writing about it.
It's hard to remain optimistic when I'll be letting a total stranger into my home and my life (yes, even if for 6 weeks).
I'm trying to psyche myself that things might not turn out to be so bad. She may be nice.
For her sake, I hope she's neat and not one of the whiney sort.
It's not easy living someone possessing high levels of anal-retentiveness in her own home.
And if she's whiney, God help her.
For friends who know me and who know of this situation are laughing and taking bets on how long it would take before I break down and tear my hair out.
Ha-ha.
You initiate the game
You do the chase
You throw the bait
I watch and occasionally play along
I run and sometimes hide
I ignore the line
Eventually the bait gets taken
And suddenly the game comes to a halt
Instead of going forward, it starts to slow down
I am puzzled, frustrated and annoyed
You decide that the game has gone too far
Far beyond your comfort zone
And I'm told boys don't play games.