Whew!

Where does the time go?! I can't believe it's been a week just since that last post. Each moment has become precious since taking on two jobs. I've been fighting the urge to just come home after work and sit. I'm a creature of pure inertia-if I allow myself to sit for more than a few minutes, that's all I'll do. On the other hand, when I don't my house and clothes are clean, the groceries are purchased and put away, my meals, clothes and workouts are planned for the week, and I even got a long run and a lunch out with a friend/muffin baking session in. I know I'm a newbie and there are downsides that are evident, but I'm digging the M-F, 9-5 life, as long as I can keep up and stay over-prepared for the near future.
I like my job. I don't love it, and I'm glad for that, too. I'm afraid of getting stuck before I find a place and an occupation that I'm truly happy with. Or at least content. My work consists of sitting in a cubicle in front of a fancy computer with two flat-screen monitors, searching out and inputting important information in the early stages of home foreclosure proceedings. Not a happy subject, but kind of interesting. Some people had to have been high when they signed the paperwork for their new home (some as few as 4 months ago, and they're already so far into default that the bank has gotten us involved), and some cases you can tell probably have a heartbreaking story behind them.
It's a strange office. Looks a LOT like the one on the TV show 'The Office,' but we have little walls around our desks. I have two pictures of Bryan, and a picture of me in my 2nd tri, and I made a little window out of a landscape picture and a piece of paper cut to look like window panes. I crave sunshine. We have windows-big ones-but they're 50 feet away from me and around a corner. I sit away from my 'team' because there aren't enough cubicle spaces,and I can't stand the people I sit near. We can listen to headphones and that is a godsend. The people in the cubicles around me are obnoxious, flaky, constantly verbal creeps. The women talk and act like they're in junior high (their S's hurt my ears-they're valley-girl style), complete with tantrums about things not being 'fair'-one actually complained to her boss in a loud whisper while stomping one foot and thrusting her fists toward the ground that it 'sucked' that they had to change a meeting schedule so that they weren't all away from the phones at the same time. If she'd seen me laughing and shaking my head in disbelief at her behavior I think I would've gotten slapped. The other day some poor soul decided to end it all by jumping off a bridge. Their comments about it were all comedic, bitter remarks about how their commute was affected, and that they couldn't believe that the person would pick rush hour to off themselves. They're soulless freaks. They also whistle non-tunes, sing things like 'Danke Schoen' off-key, and remark about every phone call they make, every stupid mistake they make (they make a LOT, it seems) and every bite of food they've ever taken. They karaoke in their free time, I probably don't need to mention-and if anything involves booze or doughnuts, count them in. I think I would learn to live with it if I didn't know that at some point I'll be moving closer to the people that are on my team, and do their jobs quietly, respectfully, and nearly gossip-free, as far as I can tell. I can't wait for that day. It's only going to be a move of 100 feet or so, but I think I'll make a grand, sweeping exit when the day comes. I think a gremlin will find it's way into their area around the same time. If they could find a reason to like themselves, I think they'd be much better people. Maybe.
But I have a routine, and my own area to keep as I may, and WEEKENDS.