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We're moving at work, again, in a couple days. I carried a small box and two plastic grocery bags full of junk home today. It's not really junk, it's the stuff that I take to work for some reason or another but never get around to bringing back home. I have drawers stuffed with stuff I don't need at work.
I also have walls and shelves with cute little employee recognition stuff. It's nice but I need to get rid of most of it. It's hard getting rid of a certificate that says I'm such a special employee even though everyone got the same certificate. Life has too little recognition to throw away stuff that applauds me, generic though it may but. Nevertheless, my walls are looking very sloppy.
How sad! There was a news item today that a study shows that divorces rise when a spouse becomes terminally ill and it's usually the husband leaving the ill wife. Men are such scum. Well, my father isn't. I admire how he stood by my mother to the end and even when she was in the nursing home he visited her at least a couple times a week. He's such a sweetie.
I didn't sleep well again last night but I walked to work today and enjoyed it. The temperature has already hit the triple digits, though it's cooled down to the 90s this week, and the early morning is the only time it's enjoyable being outside. I'm back to taking a second shirt to work to change into as I'm sweating even at 6:00 in the morning.