My Syndrome of the Week

ABH, as in Anywhere But Here. Midlife crisis, you say? Possibly. Mild depression? Could be. Stupidity? Most assuredly. I'm itching to go somewhere. I've lived within 120 miles of here all my life. I was born about 30 miles away, went to a state university, and my first job was about 45 miles on the other side of my hometown. I had the opportunity to move one state away, to Ohio, 13 years ago, but I gave it up for a slight promotion and pay raise where I was. I'd have made a lot more if I moved, but I told myself, "money isn't everything." Plus, if I'd moved, I may not have met G. I told G a couple of weeks ago that I'd like to move to California and he just said, "why?" I dunno. And it's not California, necessarily, I really just pulled that one out of a hat. I do feel very restless, which may be attributable to my next syndrome...

CBH: Can't Be Happy. 2 months ago I was telling myself there was no downside to this job. Wrong! I do not like it, Sam I Am. I don't want to be unhappy, though. I don't want to whine about another job because I know no one wants to hear it, least of all me. It's Karma, I'm sure. My mother has a good friend, a wonderful woman. Growing up in my sheltered, smalltown world, she was the most bohemian person I knew. I love her, but used to look down on her a bit because I thought she flitted from job to job--"I think I'll try this this week." Little did I know my resume would wind up looking like a menu at TGI Friday's (the old, book-style ones).