If we were having coffee, I’d be… Hm. I’m not actually sure what I’d be doing at the moment. This is a big week of transitions in my life, right? I’ve been at training for the last two weeks, but tomorrow my new career actually starts. I’ve been an educator since late 2000. I’m a furniture salesman now. Most of me is really looking forward to this but a big part of me still can’t help but see it as a mid-life demotion. Will I get over it? I expect to. But I don’t know.
Oh, and also, I turn 40 on Tuesday. There will be a whole post for that, and I don’t want to burn the entire Holy Shit I’m 40 And My Imminent Death Is Staring Me In The Face post on a coffee share, but there’s some of that going on too. Or maybe not? I’ve been telling people I was 40 for a year, as I mostly skipped 39. I’ll be at work for eleven hours on my birthday, so it’s not like I’ll have a lot of time to get all kvetchy about things. But maybe I will anyway? Or maybe I’ll be OK with it? I dunno. I won’t know for real until it’s official.
Nah, if we were having coffee, I think I’d mostly be interested in looking to see if I could get you to indulge in bitching about fireworks with me. Some of the neighbors put on, oh, a two-hour display last night while I was at OtherJob? And it was pretty, but it was mostly loud. And I got some of the clearest evidence yet that I’m getting old, because by the end of the night I was muttering Jesus fuck, ENOUGH every time something exploded nearby. I sort of want to keep the boy up late tonight and take him to see something– we are in a shitty part of our timezone, and it doesn’t get properly dark this time of year until nearly 10:00– but I certainly found that I could do without the damned things last night.
So, yeah, maybe the goal for this coffee share is to keep you talking. My gripes are all pretty predictable at the moment. How’s it going?