Sunday

Bad hair days

In honor of Shear Genius:

Recovery

Thursday I got sick. My doctor sent me to the hospital. Turns out my gallbladder was bad and I had to have surgery on Monday. They released me yesterday, but I am still sore and not feeling so good. I also had a massive UTI, and was showing no symptoms. I am glad my doctor and Gabe made me go to the hospital, although at the time I was kicking and screaming.

First week

I am loving the new job so far! Sure, I have come on board and there's already deadlines and fires to put out. But I don't have the overwhelming mountain of things I used to have at my old job.

I miss the friends in Latin America, though. I miss talking Spanish. I'll have to seek them out so I don't lose touch.

Countdown to the new job

Well, I have a little over a week left at my current job. On April 16th I start my position. For seven years I have been in the same group, about five in my current position. It's a change and I am excited and terrified at the same time. I have so much left to do yet! I have to transition all my duties while my replacement is hired, and that is proving a little difficult.

If a tree falls in the forest...

Sometimes I wonder why I even bother. If you ask writers and journal keepers, some of them will say they do not write for an audience, they write for themselves. To them it is irrelevant if what they write is ever read. I think that's a load of bull. Once the writing is done, it is meant to be read, it is what it was created for.

Anyway, I have this blog. I have friends and family I have sent this blog link to. And lately it seems like absolutely nobody reads this freaking online journal I keep. I want some freaking comments, please!

Why am I throwing a pity party for myself? This world we live in is pretty isolated. Those of us who work and have families do not have oodles of time on our hands to connect with people. A lot of our present-day socializing is done online. But online there are people who are isolated. And today I am feeling pretty isolated. I hate that feeling.

I have never been a fan of American Girl

First of all, I think the dolls are ugly and ridiculously overpriced. But after reading this blog entry I am positive I will never ever give this company my business.

Frustrated aspiring piano player

My hands are long. I mean, really long, not just the fingers but the palms too. Growing up, people would tell me I had the hands of a piano player. I never took lessons, though. I kinda regret not having had the chance.

I don't know if I had what it took to learn to play an instrument such as that. I have, to this day, a lack of patience and a short attention span. However, I don't like to quit or give up, so maybe I could have done it.

Maybe someday I will follow my dream of learning the piano, even if it's only a few elementary lessons. In the meantime, I like to listen to music like this.

Playing over and over in my head: a song from my youth

I refrain from calling this an "oldie" because to me "oldies" are the songs from the 50's and before. Still, this is a song from the year I graduated high school, a little over 20 years ago.

Wow, am I really that old?

But my previous post doesn't quite...

... convey my feelings today. Have I been cooped up in here too long? Is this because I worked from home yesterday? I feel very isolated, very lonely, like I have lost touch with myself. I am feeling nostalgic too. I miss Puerto Rico, I haven't been there in over a year. I miss speaking Spanish at home. I miss my mom and the rest of my family. I miss a sense of community.