After reading and writing quite a bit this weekend, with all you fine people, I must say that I have missed the interaction of Joeuser. There's no comparision between hurriedly writing an article on say a Wednesday, and not getting a chance to check in until sometime the next weekend. By that time, I've already forgotten about what I had previously written, and feel that I have slighted all those who have bothered to comment by not responding soon enough.
Another thing that I have forgotten is how difficult it can be to maintain a bit of carefulness when writing a response. I'm not worried about offending anyone permanently. I know that any misunderstanding that might be made or taken can generally be cleared up with more words better explaining my point of view or by asking some one to clarify thiers. But it is in those moments between misunderstanding and rectification that make me very cautious about responding to certain people or issues. I wouldn't want to hurt anyone who I respect, if they know it or not.
I've had a busy day.
If I thought I was busy while in training period, now that I am actually doing the job I am exhausted. All I really want to do is go home and sleep, and it is only 8 pm. I can only guess how tense I've been but the physical pain I feel in my arms and shoulders remind me how uptight I've been feeling. I feel like I've been made to fly the plane without knowing how to fly it properly and that the answers that would help me out a bit are from a 500 page manual, made to be by commited by memory after reading during boarding procedures. (whew.... got through that part, I think.)
In no particular order: I'm tired, grumpy, extremely thirsty and bloody sick of my daughter's behaviour lately. She's been whining like crazy and it is beyond annoying. I know the reasons why, and I understand, but no matter how much I do to either try to rectify the situation or just try to explain certain realities to her, she will not listen or comprehend. I'm ready to break, but I'm just going to have to suck it up, I guess. There's simply no other option.
Later, skaters.