The GirlAlive Blog

Next week is my third wedding anniversary.  My husband and I mostly celebrate the real wedding in April, even though we're more likely to get cards from other people on the anniversary of our fake wedding in October. 

Lately, being married has been not easy.  It has nothing to do with my husband.  He's great.  He's sweet and kind and we get along like best friends.  The problems are mostly with me being more used to being on my own.  For a long time, I lived alone.  If I did weird things or borderline stupid things, I was the only person I was screwing.  It's a lot harder being married and having to constantly consider how my personality flaws are screwing up my husband's life.  He's a very patient man. 

This week has sucked for a variety of reasons.  The aforementioned fantastic husband got hit by a car.  He's fine, other than some bruises and a tendency toward the melodramatic.  

A few days ago I was re-reading my last post and I had been planning to write something of a retraction because I was way too harsh on my co-workers.  There was another incident at work that prevented me from posting that retraction.  But I still think I was too harsh.  None of the other people in my office are dumb.  They have their frustratingly blonde moments now and then, but they're not dumb.  In fact, most of the people in my office hate their jobs almost as much as I do, but they have the advantage of being a lot closer to retirement.  Of that, I'm a bit jealous.  They can all just shrug and say, "I only have to be here (2, 3, 5, 7) more years."  I'd have to say, "I only have to be here 35 more years."  On the whole, the people I work with are decent intelligent people stuck in a job that used to be good, but is deteriorating at a rapid pace.

As for the management, the less said about them the better.

A quick update on the rodents.  Fudge is still humping everything in sight.  Elvis no longer seems to care.  Spikey has something wrong with one eye, but we think it's getting better.  Homer is putting on weight because he's become addicted to Fenugreek Crunchies.  Nobby is still a sweet little hamster and Karot is still a spaz. 

Alana