It's Monday!
Another fabulous day in the life of Carrie. I'm on my lunch break now. I came home to get the Christmas gift that my team bought for our supervisor at work. I feel really bad for him. He's going through a rough time personally. He hasn't told anyone on the team what's up specifically, but from my sleuthing, I determined that he and his wife are separated and probably divorcing. He's no longer wearing his wedding ring. He has moved into an apartment, and the complex that he's in is all one-bedroom apartments. I know that his whole family isn't there with him, he has 3 daughters. I guess no matter how bad you have things, there's always someone out there that's worse. That's gotta be tough, especially around the holidays.
Work has been okay today. Nothing spectacular. Not too busy, but just busy enough that I'm not bored. It will probably slow down some this afternoon. I only have 3.5 more days to get through this week, and then I have a 3 day weekend. Woo-hoo!
I've been feeling a little discouraged about the planned move to Argentina after all the talking that Julian and I have done. I still want to do it, but I don't know if I can raise the kind of money that he says we need within a year...or any reasonable time frame.
What makes me frustrated also is that he says that if it were just the two of us, that he wouldn't have any qualms about moving without the cushion. I realise wanting to provide for your child, but what makes moving as 3 that much different than moving as 2, monetarily speaking? If we can't find jobs, we can't find jobs.
I think part of it also is that he may be worried about what others would think about him moving back, that they would think he's a failure or something, and that if he moves back with all that money and doesn't have to work, that he'll be some sort of hero. Or maybe he just doesn't want to work. Hmmm....before he came here, he didn't work for about a year, and traveled to Spain. When he got here, he went a little over 2 years without a job. Last year, he quit his job and spent about 9 months either unemployed or doing temp work. I hope that's not it, that he wants me to bust my ass to raise all this money just so he can live the easy life back home in BA.
Well, I need to get back to work.
chau--
Work has been okay today. Nothing spectacular. Not too busy, but just busy enough that I'm not bored. It will probably slow down some this afternoon. I only have 3.5 more days to get through this week, and then I have a 3 day weekend. Woo-hoo!
I've been feeling a little discouraged about the planned move to Argentina after all the talking that Julian and I have done. I still want to do it, but I don't know if I can raise the kind of money that he says we need within a year...or any reasonable time frame.
What makes me frustrated also is that he says that if it were just the two of us, that he wouldn't have any qualms about moving without the cushion. I realise wanting to provide for your child, but what makes moving as 3 that much different than moving as 2, monetarily speaking? If we can't find jobs, we can't find jobs.
I think part of it also is that he may be worried about what others would think about him moving back, that they would think he's a failure or something, and that if he moves back with all that money and doesn't have to work, that he'll be some sort of hero. Or maybe he just doesn't want to work. Hmmm....before he came here, he didn't work for about a year, and traveled to Spain. When he got here, he went a little over 2 years without a job. Last year, he quit his job and spent about 9 months either unemployed or doing temp work. I hope that's not it, that he wants me to bust my ass to raise all this money just so he can live the easy life back home in BA.
Well, I need to get back to work.
chau--
posted by carrie at 12/13/2004 09:24:00 a.m.
1 Comments:
All I have to say to that is this: if you don't want to go there, just tell me. I'll figure something else out. I just can't stay here much longer.
Some other places I wouldn't mind living: New York City, Paris, Stockholm -- bonus on all of these, I'm already fluent (or really close) in the native languages of each.
I would rather not live in the US. Call me a traitor or whatever you want, but I just don't go in for all the flag-waving patriotic crap. I'm not proud of my country. I'm not proud to say that I'm an American, especially considering what has gone on here in the last 4 years, and what I'm sure will happen in the next 4. But these sentiments are not new. They're something I've felt for years.
I don't know if it has anything to do with the fact that basically all of my ancestors on both sides of my family only arrived here from Europe in the late 1800s, so we've only really been in the US for 3 or 4 generations. Probably not. I can't explain it, but I just don't feel like I belong here. I started feeling this way over 20 years ago, and it hasn't gotten any better.
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