I’m on my last day of my five-day weekend and it has been oh-so-glorious. I think I really needed this break. I was having a hard time getting to work for the past few weeks and was on major burn-out. I think part of that is the negativity that seems to abound within the office I work in. My supervisor went on a week-long cruise last week and here’s hoping that she is in a much better place than she was when she left. But, maybe not. She’s kinda crazy and perpetually cranky. And don’t forget…negative! It doesn’t get much better around my other co-workers, either. All the talk of budget cuts and programs changing has everyone on edge. For the most part, I have not been worrying too much about my own job, because there is really nothing I can do except to do the best I can and hope the department realizes that my program is vital to reducing recidivism. Fingers crossed.
Church was kind of disappointing this week. We had a visiting pastor and his sermon was terrible. He started it off by saying that Memorial Day is not really for those who have given their lives to our country and the ones still fighting. Ummm, what??!?!?!? He launched into a long-winded and very boring sermon about how Memorial Day should really be for celebrating those that have passed who have strengthened the church community and to the “saints.” Um, hello? The saints? Maybe the pastor didn’t realize that he was in a Disciples of Christ church, and thought he had been beamed into a Catholic church. I don’t know, it just wasn’t a very good sermon and he was not a great speaker, like the pastor we have now is. Let’s not mention that he preached for almost 45 minutes, whereas the entire service generally lasts only that long. Ahhh well, here’s hoping our new pastor that starts in September will be as good as the pastor that has been covering for him for the past however-many months. I will be sad to see our current interim pastor go, but I think he has his own home church and his parishioners probably miss him very much.
So Kizzie has been very itchy lately. Her belly is red, and she has spots on her legs and tail that are really roughed up. She is constantly licking and itching and I just know it is allergy season for her again. This happens every spring around this time, and I am trying to get her in to get an allergy shot tomorrow. Birdie is getting spayed on Wednesday, and I will be dropping her off after work tomorrow, so it would be nice if I could just take Kizz in then and get the shot, considering the vet is a pretty long haul away from my house. We all know that gas isn’t getting significantly cheaper, that’s for sure.
I have spent a lot of time socializing these past few days. To tell the truth, I am a little peopled-out. I am looking forward to having this day of cleaning and laundry, actually. It amazes me that I am able to socialize so much, considering many years of isolating myself, and periods even recently when I can’t stand to be around people. Of course, as I say in every post, the Cymbalta helps greatly with the depression that keeps me cooped up in my house, and I think that I have grown a great deal over the past few years as far as overcoming social phobias. People can still really bug me sometimes, but more often than not, I am seeking out the company of others. It’s strange sometimes, but I think that getting out and about has been really good for me over this past week. It has been nice to have real conversations that don’t revolve around work. Bottom-line, just happy to have been away from work.
Happy Memorial Day to all…I know that I have several people in my heart today and always. God Bless America.