July 31, 2013
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Sand Bag
I suppose I don't need to have any more reservation about blogging here anymore. I had my contingency plans, but Xanga 2.0 is a reality. When the "new" website will appear, when the old blog will be transferred to the "new" blog is unknown. But, I'm excited for the move forward.
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I've not been myself lately, or at least the "self" I want to be. It seems like the past couple of work cycles, I've just been stumbling through and waiting for the off days to roll around. When they come (and go), it's never long enough. This past week was especially difficult. We got a new Sergeant, and while I think she'll make a great sergeant one day, she is very particular about a lot of things. Like anything, there's always a break-in period, and I think some of her "preferences" will change with time, but it's just been exhausting to get used to. Talking to the rest of the squad, they're feeling it, too. A couple of good things... 1) Sarge will be off next week, so we'll get a little breather. 2) I'm only working 3 days because I'm headed to CA, so there.
Back to the point, though. I've not been myself because I've been more "myself" than usual. I'm a very "grounded" person. I'm an even keel, easy going, roll with the punches kind of guy. The images that pop into my head are those blow-up baby toys with a sand bag in the bottom. You can punch 'em, toss 'em, roll 'em, throw 'em, but they always stand right back up. I am that toy. I don't like change, I love stability, and I tend to find equilibrium very quickly when things are out of balance. The only problem is that when time's up, when signs point to transition, when big changes need to be made, I tend to want to fight that, even if I know/want/need for those changes to be made.
I waited months for the day when I could put my paperwork in to get certified as a Texas Peace Officer. That "day" was almost a month ago, and I've yet to fill out anything. Granted, there's been reasons for the delay. First off, I've decided to run in another obstacle race, and this one is in October here in Georgia. If I know I'm going to be here until then, my artificial "deadline" could be moved back. That's a practical reason, but the other is more emotional. I was able to help a couple through a tough time, and we all went to church last Sunday. Not only that, but husband, who is in my squad, seems very interested in learning more about the Bible and the history of it. It's hard to want to leave when you see spiritual growth happening. Our squad workout group has grown from 3 to 4, and we will probably gain another 1 or 2 next week. It's fun to see growth. It's hard to leave that. It's hard, especially when this is the first real "community" I feel like I've had. It kinda sucks knowing that these are the last two months I'll get to be a part of that.
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I had some type of coffee-type drink from Burger King yesterday. I haven't really had coffee in a while, and it brought back some interesting memories. I remember when I first came to Columbus, I was going to Starbucks what felt like every day. Whether she was working or we were just going there together, I remember usually getting a drink for free or discounted. "Partner number," "caramel," "decaff," "with protein," "low fat turkey bacon sandwich," "brownie..." It's strange how those words and smells came back to me. I could feel the cardboard cup carrier on my hands. I remember the conversations about partners, friends, and managers...product promotions, tills, and QUASA audits. They were positive thoughts, and I'm glad they came to me.
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Shower then bed. I'm supposed to work out with Craig and go golfing with Hightower. I'm also supposed to go to court tomorrow, so I'm going to have to find a way out of that
Peace
