Okay, so remember how I told you guys that I was coming back to the US of A and how excited I was because I was going to take Home Leave (a little known vacation the State Department gives its officers after they finish an assignment overseas...as I mentioned, it's a rough transition from being a diplomat where everything is done for you -- to being a regular person -- with no immunity from The Man -- who also has to pay for EVERYTHING (which is an unspeakable outrage)! You see...you have to ease back into that....) Anywhoo, I'm on week two of my vacation (and when I say "vacation," I mean running around doing stupid errands, like finding a home, changing my address with everyone, getting insurance....you know...dumb, not-fun stuff) and it has become blatantly apparent that I am not suited to a life of leisure.
Why you ask?? Because I'm officially bored. And poor. What the hell happened to all that overseas locality pay they were allegedly giving me?? Josh is going to be totally pissed when he realized that I pretty much squandered it all on candy and shoes. In my defense, however, nobody could have known that candy and shoes would not be the best investment option. It totally seemed like a sure thing.
Plus, it has become apparent that when I do not have a job that forces me to attend it on a regular basis, I lose the ability to care for myself. I've lost the ability to dress in anything that is non-sweat pants and/or to comb my hair! Honestly though, what's the point?? The people at Target accept me in my sweats and ponytail....the lady at Geico can't see me over the phone....It's gotten so bad, I'm considering applying for a job while I'm on vacation -- mostly so Josh won't leave me for another woman who wears actual clothes and combs her hair (that whore!)
Plus, living in a hotel has lost it's "charm" -- turns out, hotels don't think that we should be given separate bathrooms or an extra room unless we PAY for it....chaa! What happened to customer service?? I'm guessing the maid here will be happy to see me leave when we finally get to move into our new place! I'm hoping that once I have a house and no longer live out of a suitcase I'll be motivated to ensure that my "look" is a little less homeless and a little more clean....so our new neighbors don't judge me.
I think we all know I'm the only judge-er around here here!
Undaunted Courage, Plus Yarn
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