The Boring Me
Not that I feel like my days are boring, or even my life, but I fear that a happy me will be a boring diary writer. We shall see, but my days lately can best be summed up as "Felt pretty good. Had a good day at work. Smiled a lot."
It is such a surprise to me to be enjoying my job again. I really never saw this one coming. Part of it, I think, is that the SCM was bringing me down, part of it is that the new librarian is literally a new librarian, and has fresh ideas and is reminding me of what that's like and it's lighting me up. Also, facing the prospect of being there as the only librarian next year is a challenge, and each day I am creating new routines with an eye towards that.
Even so, I slept about three hours last night, so I am beat. Judy (new librarian) asked if I was awake because something was on my mind. I said Yes! I kept thinking about how I wanted to be asleep!
Lost tonight, which I may or may not stay awake for. Ah, and now a little bit of a hot flash coming on, and I don't think I have anything left that I can take off. Bummer.
TWO AND A HALF MEN :: ENTRY #1996
READING: Their Eyes Were Watching God by Zora Neale Hurston
There is certainly a lighter mood to your entries now. Not that you were whining before, but it was clear that your job was making you less than happy. So I'm glad that you no longer have that stress in your life.
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