I love my job. No really I do.

Seriously, I really do like my job. It is pretty cool working here and I get to mess with a lot of the stuff that I want.

BUT (You guys knew there was going to be a “but” didn’t you?)

Lately I just find myself wishing I was home. I mean I am really starting to find myself longing for some time at the to just goof off and stuff. It sounds like this is a bad time to feel that way too. This monday I am heading to Louisville with P, My mom and my sister for my sister’s 21st . We are meeting my Grandma and Joe at one of the casino boats. It should be a real cool trip since I have never been to a casino. Then next weekend I agreed (rather stupidly, before I found out how long it was) to help run a Swim Meet which takes place on Friday, Saturday, and Sunday. Plus for some continuing odd reason they always schedule this stupid meet on the same weekend that has a swim meet, so now I have to figure some way to do that as well.

So anyway, I find myself wishing I wasn’t here and that instead I was at home. I am not really sure why, since like I have said I really do enjoy this job. It is one of those really odd things I guess.

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