I Think I Might Like the Job but Could it Be the Job that is Best for Me

Hello, World!!! After three days of training at my new job has worn me the fuck out with all the training the last three days. I am thinking I’m going to like the new job but worry it could not be best for me. I really hope it is a good fit for me. I just don’t like the commute on public transportation part of work. I think that which ever direction this new job is to me is what I need to do at the moment. I have the day off but will still be looking work stuff all newbies need to look at.

On that note I plan on doing a math workbook to help me better at math and understand math terms better. It will give me an education in math that I’ve need since leaving California and getting a shitty education in the Bellevue School District.

On another note I will be doing two workbooks tomorrow. One on mindfulness and the other on recovery. Recovery with mental health workbooks. This is to help me become a better me to help other be their better selves.

I don’t have anything else to say. I just want to say thanks for reading my blog.


Everyday Inspiration; Day 11: A Cup of Coffee

Let me to you that I’ve lived in Seattle since I was sixteen years old and that means I’ve been in Seattle for twenty seven years. Wow it’s hard to believe I’ve been in the Seattle area for nearly thirty years. It doesn’t feel like I’m that “old.” In fact I’m not that “old” but considered middle aged even though I don’t think of being middle aged.

Anyway, I have got slightly off topic as today’s topic is “A Cup of Coffee.” Can you believe after being here in the Seattle area nearly thirty years I still detest the taste of coffee. I love the smell of coffee but don’t like the taste of it. I do keep small can of coffee around for any guest who may show up at my place wanting a cup.

If you been reading my blog for a while you know my dad raised me as a single dad with the help of my grandparents. I remember waking up every morning to my grandpa drinking coffee as he read the paper and my grandma drinking tea as she read the paper. In fact I think it is because of my grandma that I drink a morning cup or two of tea.

So, If were were to go to “coffee” I would most likely be having tea as we discussed what was going on in our lives. Yes, I know it is is sacrilegious to not drink coffee but just count me has an odd duck. Everyone else does. LOL