This is a purely selfish endeavor due to reading so many other witty blogs thinking that I could be just as entertaining or, if not, at least it might help me sleep. Or, I can feel better knowing that someone out there reads this and then can worry with me, or just roll their eyes and forget about my day.
I envy that person.
So to jump right in with a little (slightly unnecessary?) background info:
I graduated from college in May of 2007 and have been working since November of 2007 (surprise 6 month vacation, anyone?) in my fantastic costuming job. Now, don't be fooled, I'm not in the creative department yet, but I'm slowly working my way to more creatively fulfilling tasks. There will come a day where I don't have to make copies my entire shift! Oh, yes...
On a sadder note, my almost 17-year old cat was put down and I have this nagging guilt of not saying goodbye. My immediate family and I live in different states, so going home for the holidays is really weighing heavy on my mind.
I've had to grieve family members before, but it was always a grandparent I hardly saw, or wasn't very close with. I was sad that I didn't get to know them better and sad that I wouldn't have that chance. I've never had a family member so close to me pass away to be familiar with that awful feeling. As strange as it may sound, my cat was my kid who followed me around and was right there to lay on my lap when I sat down. To wake me up at some horrible hour to feed him and somehow always new when I needed to hold him. So losing him has been more difficult than I ever thought.
Death is such a strange thing to deal with. I got the news on Sunday and I couldn't function at work Monday. I had tears just behind my eyes all day and it took a week to tell 2 coworkers and my supervisor for fear of breaking down at work. I'm glad I said something, so when the "cute pet stories" start, I won't get strange glares for excusing myself. It makes me "happy sad" when I think back on all the cute things my cat did.
::sigh::
On top of all this excitement I'm single, which depresses other people more than me for some reason. I can't count how many times my attached friends or coworkers learn of this news and have someone "great, fabulous, and perfect for you!" to introduce me to. Sure. Like some guy wants to sign on for a Star Wars-Harry Potter-video game-book-movie geek.
Not all single girl's lives are on a perfect-guy quest to be like the gals in Sex and the City, (well, expect in Samantha's case..)
That time will come...just not yet. I'm getting a haircut tomorrow because that's how I deal with stress. I change my appearance hoping that this new person can handle the same situation. It hasn't worked yet, but I never give up hope.
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