Where The Hell Have I Been!?!?!

I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I have been a bad, bad blogger. I don't have any real excuse. Don't get me wrong, I've got excuses ... just not any good ones. I would make promises that it'll never, ever happen again, but I did that last time, and then I went off and did this 12 week(ish) hiatus. So, let's just say that I've been on hiatus. Yeah, that's it!!

The time I stopped writing is right around the time I began my new job. You remember, my new "real" job. Let's just say that it's just as soul sucking as the one I had over a year ago ... you know, the one I left because it was draining my soul. The one that drove me to go off and get a job that paid less, but didn't demand I check my values at the door. That meant that money was tight around the ol' household. We made due for almost a year, then I realized I needed to make more money or we'd be flat assed broke. So, now we aren't so broke anymore ... but having one's soul sucked out on a daily basis is exhausting as hell. I'm sure most of you are familiar with the sensation.

So, my latest trend of things to whine about has been about how different from me the people at my "real" job are. I used to go to work every single day with people who were donning facades of happiness. Those who love to shit all over the "little people" of the world. Those who strive to make a lot of money so that they can buy lots of material things for no other reason than to be able to say, "Look at what I have!!" Yeah, I used to do it every single day, and I only thought I was different than they. Now, however, after having taken a year long break and working a low paying job with "real" people, I really am a different person.

EXAMPLE: I've been car pooling with someone at my new job and one afternoon, on the way to drop her off, I had to swing by my mother's place so I could drop something off. My mother lives in an older apartment building that is mostly senior citizens. It's not run down. There aren't drug dealers in the parking lot. It's just an older brick apartment building. When I pulled up to the place, my colleague asked, "Is it safe here?"

What!?!?! Just because she doesn't live in a brand-spanking-new condo does not mean that it's not safe. Just because it's very ... "urban" ... does not mean it's not safe. Just because it doesn't fit very well into some shallow assed mind's idea of how a senior citizen should be living, does not mean shit. It taks all types of people, living all types of life styles to make up this world in which we live!!

Okay, that's only one story of about a billion that have happened since I last wrote. I've got to run to take the dogs to a vet appointment, so I have to end this now. I just had to take a few minutes to stop neglecting my blog. I will try to be more attentive to it. That is something I can promise ... to try!