February 14, 2008
...wait...wait for the music...
I can hear through the walls. He often has conversations that are meant to be private but which don't turn out that way. So he asks me to turn the music up louder, which I do gladly. We both close our doors. In between songs, I can hear mumbles, and sometimes a whole word comes through. It's annoying. And because we're running out of room in all of our buildings, there's no way for me to move.
I used to care, and I used to be interested in what was so private, but now I really just don't. I don't want to know. Half the time I can't even see who comes through the door. It's none of my business. I'm just not as curious as I used to be. Some people call that apathetic.
Every once in a while, I take stock of where I am, etc ... and I decide that I want to move on. This is one of those times. I don't know how many iterations I've been through, but there have been enough for me to wonder why I keep iterating!
So let's see ... I need new tires, I'd like to buy a bike, I need to pay off the credit cards, I'd like some savings ... if I really worked at it, it could take over a year to accomplish just that much. And then I ask myself, "Can I really last ... can I really stand another year of this?" At these rates, it's hard to leave, but I hate it. Different job, different faces, same bullshit.
So how ya been?
