53 Days

That's how long ago my last post was. It's been a bit of an informal hiatus.

I think I've neglected this thing mostly because I'm maturing and moving away from posting my mind online for all to see. The daily goings-on of my life are not worth sharing, or so I think, and what exciting things do come up are shared in person or at least live, to people at the other end of a phone or chat window. My months-long hermitage is coming to an end and real communication is more important to me than static words on a black background. I have had a few blog-worthy developments, however.

I won't mention my ongoing relationship primarily because I have nothing to report. Sarah and I are still very much the happy couple and intend to remain that way. I'll try to get her up here sometime soon, but her antique car's suspension is having some issues and it'll be impossible for her to make the drive until that's taken care of.

First off, I'm going to enjoy March. In chronological order, James is in Vegas for a week for spring break. While she's a very good roommate who respects my privacy and property and whatnot, having the place to myself for a week means I can do things like walk to and from the shower without a robe and dance while cooking without being laughed at. In addition, this means several other residents of 1015 will be god-knows-where. I assume she'll have more fun that week than I will. The next week, Emily is in town for her own spring break. I rarely see her these days, so that's certainly exciting. On March 14, James and I host our St. Patrick's Day party. A Facebook event has been made and invites will be sent out a week beforehand. The next weekend is The Aquabats and Mustard Plug at the Mad Hatter. All the while, winter should be slowly ebbing and changing to spring.

After almost sixty days with my new automobile, I can more accurately (no Acura joke intended) compare it with the old, lamented Volkswagen. I'm now used to not having some little convenience features like both front windows being one-touch and I'm not pleased at its snow performance, but I'm still quite excited to have this car and anyone I spend time with has heard some babbling about my plans for it.

My move to Louisville at the end of May is now an official plan. I've contacted an uncle in the area and he can arrange to have me affordably housed and employed when my lease in Cincinnati is up. Living in a different city is an exciting prospect and I'll be sure to visit often. Leaving my home city doesn't mean leaving my friends and it'd be no matter to spend as many weekends in NKY as I do in Louisville now.

As of early January, Meagan and I are once again good friends. We've been meeting frequently at a bar near Wilder called Pete's Place. It's tended on Wednesdays and Fridays by Dylan, a friend of the group, and the regulars include myself, Meagan, Evan, Ross Neimer, and his girlfriend Darcy. I said I'd never be around Meagan and alcohol at the same time again, but I'm a forgiving person and Meagan definitely has her life together at the moment, with a solid job, relationship, and social life. The four-month gap in our friendship gave us both plenty of time to cool off and the end of the hiatus was a boon to both of us.

In other news, work has become much more enjoyable recently. SKF has two main work zones, one of which is generally seen as providing chances for far superior productivity than the other. Since quotas are different in each zone, I choose to be alone in the less productive as often as possible. The end result is that I spend little time around my coworkers, most of whom are gossiping idiots who appear to be in a race to do as much work as possible in the shortest time and look down on those who don't. We don't get any bonus for being far over quota, so I 'm much happier the hell away from them where I can work at my own pace and quietly think or sing whatever song is stuck in my head at the moment. I maintain acceptable productivity levels and my work-related stress has dropped to almost nothing. It's been weeks since I last contemplated walking out the door and never looking back. I've also been packing lunch most days, saving money and gas. An added bonus is that I'm no longer completely sick of the local fast food.

That's the last two months. I'll try to update more in the future. Any questions or comments will be answered.
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