Got an email from someone who used to frequent my blog, asking where I was.
I figured when internet strangers start reaching out to you saying where the fk are you, it’s probably time to come back and at least write something.
So, yeah. Alive. Pretty much.
I’m about six months into my first real job. It has been one of the most stressful times of my life. The office environment can often be difficult (I’m not going to go into details because it’s too easy to find my full name from this blog). There have been good moments – there are some fun days at the office where I feel truly accomplished and like I’m actually contributing. And then there are days when I’m sad, anxious, depressed. Tends to trend to the latter, but until and if I can get another job, I have a lease and bills to pay.
Not really writing much. Don’t know if it’s the stress of the job, my own general melancholy, or anything else.
And no, I’m not writing this in order to garner sympathy from anyone. Just wanted to give an update.
I’ll make a lame, easily broken commitment to conclude this post – I’ll try to update every other week or so. If I have anything to talk about, that is (you know, besides bitching about the job).
Peace out, lurkers.