i had no idea how disconnected i had become from my life until i quit my job...i haven't really been present for the few activities i've actually been, well, present for...work was everything, which might not be a bad thing, if the work was meaningful, potentially doable, satisfying, or in any way possessing of value. but when you dream about determining someone's eligibility for foodstamps and the 37 messages you have on your voicemail, and the 350 cases you are responsible for, then you think about the time you spend off the clock trying to catch up, because by doing your job you are falling behind on your job, it makes a girl crazy.
i'm not an avid social networker; i made myself a facebook page so i could see what my daughter and all the young people i know were talking about, and became intrigued by its implications for creating greater awareness of activities i plan and/or participate in; i fell in love with the word games, and looked forward to playing at least for a few minutes each day (yes, i'm a dork, i like word games); i quit my job yesterday, and finally drug myself into my home office to see how many hundreds of emails i had received and actually had the energy to log onto facebook. i had made a note on july 30th that i was "going to my happy place"; i was so frustrated and angry and bitter at that point that i was unsure how much longer i could make it at dhs; yet it hardly seems any time has passed since then, and now it is september 4th. wow.
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