Monday, Monday...
Oct. 20th, 2003 11:11 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
klsiegel320That's one of the worst things about this consulting gig. I like the corporate apartment; I like the folks I'm working with (even the one that drives me nuts); I like Atlanta - it's pretty, there's lots of cool stuff to do. I've even gotten so that I don't mind flying; I can't quite go so far as to say I like it, but I don't mind it.
And I like not minding it enough that I can stand it to book my regular every-other-weekend flight home, instead of dragging myself through marathon stays away from my husband and cats.
But I absolutely hate Monday mornings, at the end of that regular weekend home, and having to get up early and get to the airport and leave. I just get settled in, get used to the cats and the feeling of sleeping in the same bed with somebody again...and then I have to walk away from it all.
Monday mornings here, the weekends that Don has come to visit, aren't much better.
And Monday nights, alone: trying to get myself to turn the damn TV off and go to bed is almost impossible.
Makes me remember why I booked those marathon stays...it wasn't all how much I hated flying and how I was afraid every flight was going to be the flight the terrorists would pick. It was also the sheer emotional and mental strain of leaving over and over again, and adjusting over and over again to being alone after being home.
And here I am, in a quintessential catch-22: without the current assignment, I have no job to go home to. If the current assignment ends as scheduled at the end of the year, I may be flying home essentially already unemployed. And if it doesn't end as scheduled, if I'm asked to continue doing this - I get to choose, again, between the agony of separation and the agony of unemployment.
Not a fun choice. Really, not much fun.
And I like not minding it enough that I can stand it to book my regular every-other-weekend flight home, instead of dragging myself through marathon stays away from my husband and cats.
But I absolutely hate Monday mornings, at the end of that regular weekend home, and having to get up early and get to the airport and leave. I just get settled in, get used to the cats and the feeling of sleeping in the same bed with somebody again...and then I have to walk away from it all.
Monday mornings here, the weekends that Don has come to visit, aren't much better.
And Monday nights, alone: trying to get myself to turn the damn TV off and go to bed is almost impossible.
Makes me remember why I booked those marathon stays...it wasn't all how much I hated flying and how I was afraid every flight was going to be the flight the terrorists would pick. It was also the sheer emotional and mental strain of leaving over and over again, and adjusting over and over again to being alone after being home.
And here I am, in a quintessential catch-22: without the current assignment, I have no job to go home to. If the current assignment ends as scheduled at the end of the year, I may be flying home essentially already unemployed. And if it doesn't end as scheduled, if I'm asked to continue doing this - I get to choose, again, between the agony of separation and the agony of unemployment.
Not a fun choice. Really, not much fun.
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Re: {{{Karen}}}
Date: 2003-10-23 10:41 pm (UTC)That's down the road, though; we don't even know what our future is past the end of the year. Sigh...