For the second time in the last ten years, I have lost respect for those I work for. Let me back up for context for you.
Now, I have a strict policy to not blast my job on the internet. I just feel like once you put it out there, it’s not going to be able to be taken back. No matter how many times you find it somewhere and it has to be taken down again. I have always had that policy ever since I was a little kid, and while I have broken that policy from time to time, I don’t think I want to go into it right now here.
As much as I want to talk about it, I won’t. However, I will say that with things that happened this week, I am hoping that I will be able to run more in the near future. How, you may ask? Well, I am hoping that I might be able to change my schedule from 7-3.30 to 8- 4.30. This would allow me run in the mornings again. It’s not anywhere near what would really help me, but, as a person who uses running in the morning as a way to cope with the issues that go through my head, I think this might be something very small that will make a big impact.
I have been promised a few things at work lately and everything that I said was going to happen has not happened. All the things that I been told would change, did not in fact change. And I most certainly will not be getting more help. I’m beyond disappointed to say the least. I want to rant. I want to scream into a void and yell until I can’t talk anymore. I want to take a sledge hammer to a rage room and really take my frustration out by destroying something. I would also like to ask her why.
But the thought of running in the morning again has its merit. It’s been nearly 5 years since I really have been running in the morning. And since the name of this is the morning high runner, it makes sense that I would be running in the mornings. I have thought how I was failing my dog for years for now because I haven’t been able to take her in the morning. Or should I say, Dear Reader, is that I have been having a hard time with recovering and have used that as an excuse to not get up in the morning and go do what makes me happiest. Which is ironically enough, getting up in the morning and going for a run with the dog. I’m hoping that I will be able to get that going again. If my boss says no to the time change, then I have no choice than to find employment somewhere else in the VA. Lucky for me, I am already doing that because I really don’t like being walked all over, like I am a rug. And I have let this happen to me, I strive to be the best at whatever job it is that I do. So I have been used and I allowed it because I want to do well and I want to succeed at my job. But I let it rule me and my life. I haven’t taken a proper vacation in many years and actually disconnected from work. I have taken a Monday and Friday off from time to time, but, nothing where I have just been gone for a week plus a few days.
I ran a little bit this morning too. Took the dog for two miles and I did enjoy it. I had to get up early and take mom to the airport at 7 and then when I got back, I was going to suggest that we go target practice today, however, about 42 seconds after I thought about that, Thomas’s phone rang and it was the transport guy who was going to be able to drop off Kelsie’s car to us today. That was exciting. Got to give both the girls a lesson driving a stick shift. They are scared to death and while it makes me giggle, I am also a little worried as neither of them can drive their new cars since they are both stick shifts. Personally, I would only drive a stick if I had the choice. And lucky for me, the new beetle, Bridget Jones, is a five speed manual transmission. Yay! 🤩😎
It’s been a long day and I really want to get to sleep now, so I will wish you all a good night my dear readers.
The Morning High Runner 