today I know I give people too much credit. Stephanie would argue with me but I don't care. She doesn't have to put up with the bull shit I deal with at work. I love the work I do but do not care for the people I work with. I enjoy living in a beautiful condo but do not like the area I live in. I appreciate church but wish I attended in an area where there were other mid-single adults. I love the South but do not care for Mississippi.
I want a change. I want to meet new people. I want to explore new landscapes. I want to be surrounded by educated, intellectuals who see the world the way I do. I want to have an intellectually stimulating conversation without someone barking at me. Hell...I'd like to have a conversation period without someone arguing with me about everything that comes out of my mouth. I want my work to be noticed and rewarded. I want to be treated like I matter and the work I do matters but that is not my reality and has not been for a long time. I pray for an end to this chapter in my life. I pray for change; for deliverance; for transference and still I wait. Wait for that fateful day I am offered a job or transferred to a new and exciting area where I can progress and grow in new and exciting ways.
Until then, I will continue to exist; a stranger in a strange land.
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