Well I got my assignment for my job in TO. I'm going to be working for the Ministry of Municipal affairs and housing. I even have a job title. I am the project management analyst. Sounds flashy! I'm sure it's not as flashy as it sounds. I'm starting to feel bad that I trashed my project management textbook from College. However all my classmates agreed it was only good as a door stop.
Really when I think of it all my textbooks from College have now graduated to being door stops. They were all software textbooks and I'll tell you that now all those pieces of software are now three version ahead of whatever version my textbooks covered. Computer technology outdates so fast you can't keep up with it. So I gave up on keeping up with it all. The only piece I still keep up with is Photoshop. I still buy books on it but when I do they are on technique and not HOW TO use the tools.
Oh look! I went off on a major tangent! Oops! Ok back on track. I'm sure I might have been able to get something out of that project management text now however I think it's a little too late since I know I trashed it ages ago.
So with the knowledge of what my placement is I now know where it is. So this makes the living arrangements easier to come by as well. Kate's Aunt is kind enough to allow me to stay with her until my friend Greg gets back from Ottawa in August. Then I will start looking for an apartment with him. I think it will be easier having a roomate because a) rent will be more manageable and b) I know from the last time that I DO NOT like being completely alone like I was. It was horrible.
I have a list of things I need to do before I leave but I have yet to start accomplishing it. Even now I don't want to think about leaving. I still wonder if I'm making the right decision.
I know the reality. I know there is no job here for me. I also know that I don't have any friends left here either. They are all too involved in their own lives of marriage and children. I know this because I spend EVERY night home in front of my computer because there is NO ONE for me to go anywhere with.
Maybe I'm taking this the wrong way. Maybe I'm meant to be alone and I should just accept it instead of running off to another city in search of unmarried friends. I'm not sure if I'm taking the right path because in some ways I think it's the easier one and how often is the easier one right?
Sadly...I am slowly coming to accept the fact that I will remain an unmarried spinster and it is scary to think that I will very soon have no friends at all. Unless of course I start hanging out with people that are in their early 20s or befriending widows in their 70s. You truly do not understand the statement "Life isn't fair" until you're 28.
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