I started my new job and got through the first week (barely, if I'm being honest). I finished my on-the-job-training/packet, which can only be done during the day because that's the only time the training coach is there, and then I was just THROWN into my regular overnight schedule. I must say that my first night was TERRIBLE. For the shift, it was only myself and another overnight person and, luckily, a dayshift person chose to be held over to help us out. On top of that, I found out I was actually the overnight shift supervisor! Also, it's important to note that, although it was exciting news, I felt kind of blindsided by it because I was only made aware in THAT moment. So, not only were we short staffed, I also had to fulfill a role I wasn't prepared for or expecting, which, don't get me
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I feel like I need to back up a little and have another "real" session within my blog because there are definitely things I want to touch on with my move to FL besides "pretty scenery." I constantly experience a back and forth (nothing new) with my feelings, but these feelings are in their "own box" related to what you typically feel with moving to a new state, I guess. Like, sometimes, I'll go to there store and I'm feeling so excited because I'm like, "Nobody knows me here," and it's refreshing but then, on the other side, it's that feeling of "man, nobody knows me here," and I start having these feelings that, now, I'm just this blur
On my LONG drive home today, with the sun BLINDING me, and traffic BARELY moving along, I started drifting off and little things started to cross my mind. For one, GPS took me on a "scenic route" on one of those long, awful drives and took it took me to Nebraska Ave. I mean, I knew there was such an avenue because people tell me when I let them know where I'm from but it's not the best street you want to know (think 24th St in Omaha, if you're from there and know what I mean). So anyway, I finally get there, right at the light on Nebraska Ave, and shit starts to
The last post I wrote wasn't meant to bash my husband, but it served to be my own eye opener and realize that I was trapped in the early stages of grief. I needed to get those things off my chest and start my own healing because I have to do that for myself. For a little over a year now, I felt like I had to hide everything about my life and keep living this double life because, I don't know, maybe I liked pretending there were "secrets" about me, even though I'm more terribly transparent than I'd like to admit. My boyfriend is the one who encourages me to be more "truthful" and my last blog was a great step towards that. I'm ready to live an unapologetic
This post is probably going to be one of the "realest" post I've ever blogged (at least in the top few) but I'm feeling good about it and it might be a part 2 that follows... I was vague about the details of my life a few posts back and I said I'd touch on them later, and this is that post... You know I've made the decision to leave my (*vexatious) marriage and I moved out of state. Well, I moved to Clearwater, FL with my boyfriend, whom I love dearly. It WAS and HAS NOT been the smoothest transition and I've gone through (and am currently) going through what can only be described as the "5 Stages of Grief" and
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About the AuthorI got the idea to create a blog in December 2014 on a random type of day.Writing has always been therapeutic; the only way I could communicate clearly, in actual words instead of struggling to unscramble the swirl of images, metaphors & analogies that is my thought process. In short, Archives
February 2020
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