I Forgot!

I forgot I had a Blogger account. I have been wanting to write for the past several months but I have been hesitant because the people in my life right now who read my LJ seem to go out of their way to misunderstand what I write in my journal and then complain about what is on my mind and what I need to get off my chest. It's too frustrating and maddening to want to deal with. I'm sad I feel like I can't continue to write in the journal I've had for six or seven years now. I've thought about making the posts private only, but whenever I do that I don't write the same. Oddly enough, I feel I'm more honest in my writing when I think of myself as an unnamed, faceless voice in the writhing, noisy mass of the interwebs rather than hiding behind an obvious wall.

I'm torn on whether to just start writing or to maybe recap what's been going on in my life because somethings I remember, but most things I forget.

Work has been a mixed bag. I've gotten promoted out of the warehouse and into the office. Their faith in me and their recognition in my skills and abilities has been wonderful and long in coming (I've worked too hard for too many other companies that cared nothing for their employees). But the more I'm trained in office procedures, the more of them I forget. My boss keeps coming to me to remind me of the same things I'm not doing over and over again. I'm doing my best to remember everything, but I always managed to forget to complete at least one step in a procedure. She has got to be tired of coming to me because I'm sick of feeling like I'm doing everything wrong. I'm hoping from here on out I'll be getting better. My jobs aren't being mixed as much (I still do the numbering and the occassional fill-in job in the warehouse), and I'm able to complete more of the orders in less sittings. *shakes head* I will do better.

I finally got a rec center membership yesterday, and I dropped by today right after work to rent out a dance room. The jerk at counter was completely unhelpful. He basically told me that I couldn't rent it tonight and I couldn't have a schedule of when the rooms are available so that I can come back when I can use one. His excuse was that it changes all the time, which makes zero sense because there has to be a schedule for the classes they offer or the rooms would get double and triple booked. Jerk. I really, really want to work on my dancing in a space with mirrors.

I think I'll go play with my hedgehogs until I come up with more meaningless meditations to inscribe here. I'm glad I clicked on the link in an email I thought was spam. It ended up being from the husband of a high school friend who had a baby and the link brought me to his blog where I entered a comment and rediscovered my user name.

Happy 4th.