Work is work. Being in the HR field has taught me that, I hate people. I told my co-worker that. It is gratifying to help someone and see that you made a difference. However, I would say most of the time, I am sitting in my office in disbelief because people are ridiculous. Several people were written up for conduct, or as I like say, "acting a fool." In what world, does cussing out your boss seem like a good idea? Some days, I get home and I am out of words. I have used all the words in that day for me. I get home and I need an hour for decompression. I used to ask my dad what he did all day. He used to say, "I listen to people's problems all day long." Well I am my father's daughter...
The Dominican was lovely. I went with Hollywood. In her, I will always have a travel buddy. We went deep sea fishing and although I credit myself as having an iron stomach, I was hurling off the side of the boat. I burned my hands and I am not sure I even had to pee the entire day. I did really like jumping off a cliff into a cave of cold water on an excursion and riding in a dune buggy through a muddy path. The food was well...terrible. My stomach was glad to return to the states, which was an emergency trip to Whataburger straight from the airport.
The break-up was frustrating for a variety of reasons. Relationships have swells, that go up and down. However, sometimes I find myself in the same relationship each time. I guess they call that a pattern. The last 2 relationships ended at Starbucks. I think that will remain my "go to" place. I never felt like I wasn't clear from the start, but as they say, the honeymoon period wears off and reality sets in. I think the greatest disappointment was that is was just fine with this guy. I mean, I crafted my words carefully, I had a few main points and I got them all out. The response was astonishing, it was, "yup, you're right." As soon as that was said, I was kicking myself for not doing it 6 months earlier, when my gut told me to. I think sometimes you hang on because of the fear of starting over. My mom always said, when you find the right one, it won't be work. I am wondering when that day will come, if at all.
I have hope of course. But this next time around...you better bring something to the damn table.
Naturally, writing about dating should be enticing to my followers in the new year. I hope to eat some Chilean sea bass, 86 the asparagus...
The End.
