Fwoggy

I attended Michelle's baby shower over the weekend and had a great time catching up with her and Olga. Also, I won this super groovy coffee mug with a little fwoggy sitting on the handle. He lives at work with me and keeps me company. He whispers sweet nothings in my ear. I have yet to name him.

Work is better. I rearranged my cubicle, cleaned it up, and hung some nice happy pictures on the walls instead of phone lists and calendars. It is a much more peaceful area now.

I am over my need to go to nursing school. I think it was me trying to escape my unhappiness, which I mistakenly thought was linked to my job. I really think it all comes down to just unhappiness in general, which I am genetically linked to thanks to my parental units. It's not their fault, but I come by it naturally. Sooooo...thanks to therapy, I am learning tricks to help me think in a positive manner instead of thinking in the negative way that I have learned from my upbringing. It makes so much of a difference. Also, back to the work arena, thought my boss may behave creepily at times, he has noticed that I am bored and burned out and mentioned such to me and told me that I have a "future" here at work...so we will see what happens. I do know that I have another research committee that I will be in charge of coming down the pipeline for use of embryonic stem cells, so that is good news. More work to keep me busy, and seems pretty interesting as well. I don't really love the idea of starting over again in my career as a nurse because it's not the bedside nursing that I am interested in. It's the health education and to get to a health education position through nursing will take time. I don't think I am up for the challenge.

I want to enjoy life with my husband and once he is done with his MBA in December, we should be able to do just that. Besides, I am not totally committed to wearing scrubs every day. While they would be comfy, I would miss prancing about in heels and skirts!