i just wrote a whole blog about miss pinky deciding whether or not to fold up her blog. mostly it was about how depressing my life is and how little i find worth sharing. the post was indeed so depressing that i erased it. proof in the making.
is it winter? is it genuine depression or just sadness. is it because i work in a bank and the intellectual stimulation is just nil. job searching and budgeting and trying on bras just doesn't make for an exciting lifestyle. they're all three stressful "activities"(so not the word i wanted...) and that pretty much sums up my hobbies.
so, uhm, the point was i totally understand the feeling that i should just pick up shop sometimes. but i used to really enjoy blogging and i wonder what changed.
i've been counting on the thyroid pill i'm going to be back on to enact a whole lot of change. so much so that it seems rather desperate and clinging.
and since i can't think of anything to follow that up, i thought i'd add some news.
two of the good opportunity jobs are out of the running. one because they picked someone else and one because the current holder decided to stay. there are still 4 live resumes out there (i can't help be reminded of grenades or landmines) and i do still hope that i get a call. i'm torn between thinking a change of scene would be disasterous or what i need to shine some light on things.
speaking of disasterous, this weekend is the bank's recognition event. hours of perky bankspeak with 150 of my favorite co-workers. i'm really considering having more than one drink. all the gory details on monday! if i can bear it.