My mood has been vacillating between blue and….not blue? It’s like, my mind is in this muddy state, but every once in a while my brain gets a rinse and I feel, for a fleeting moment, like I could do something great.
I keep joking at work that I’m gonna move to Texas and sell pecans by the roadside. I used to say oranges, but pecans work better. My job as an insurance broker, as fascinating as it is <eyeroll>, seems to be winding down. Not from anything I’ve done, I just see the industry taking this turn that leads to oblivion.
I started to write a lengthy diatribe about the things that piss me off about insurance…namely, the employees/individuals sense of entitlement and the insurance carrier’s greed. But, honestly, I could go on about that for a week. Bottom line, this mess is everyone’s fault, consumers, insurance companies, and doctors.
Charlie Sheen is in a stupid Fiat commercial, making a joke about his bad boy image. Gag.
The zillow “zestimate” on my house is going down and down and down. Hubs and I like to think we’ll be able to sell the house and move to Texas, but there’s a real chance it won’t sell for years.
I told my mom I was thinking of asking her to come out for a few days. I find it overwhelming to take care of my daughter at times. She can’t come any sooner than her planned visit in June/July. She offered to fly my daughter and I out to Texas for a long weekend. Yeah, because LAX and all the driving between SA and Kerrville are VERY relaxing.
I make jokes about “loving” my job, but I have noticed I’ve enjoyed it more lately, simple because it’s giving me a distraction. My concentration is for crap, but, provided I’m not conducting a meeting with a client (like last week), my spacing out (like I did last week) is manageable.
My friend from junior high isn’t going to be able to come for a visit after all. But she sends me really nice emails and wants to (gasp) talk.
I’m in the process of trying to see a psychiatrist. I think I found a good one. We’ll see.
My 8 year wedding anniversary is next week. We’re gonna ask my MIL to watch the kidlet and go out for dinner. Guess I should get hubs a gift, huh?
I’m really tired and think maybe it’s time to try and shut my brain down for the night. Well, not all of it. I should probably not turn off the auto-pilot. Still need to breath and stuff.
Stupid jokes = end of writing for evening. Need Frasier therapy.