An Itch
Tomorrow is work. Work is tomorrow. But I broke out my dusty ass laptop because I just needed to do something else other than watch another Criminal Minds episode, pay my bills and begin the fret of mentally preparing myself for another day at the office. Seriously, I'm at the point where I've adopted their lingo as well. Ask me why I began labeling anyone remotely annoying "Unsubs". A bitch thinks she's Dr. Reid right now. I digress. It's more than just the routine I'm stuck in post-secondary higher level education. I want something different. And as we all know, wanting and wishing doesn't necessarily equate to actual results. My reservations about my routine are exactly that: I like routine. I like predictability and safety and comfort. Yet I seek more (don't we all?). In trying to treat that nagging, incessant itch, I have made some out of comfort, yet still safe, decisions. For one, I applied for another job. It's a temporary one that ...