The best of times, the worst of times

I don't know how to start the post so I'll just randomly blog today.

We'll start with the easiest, work:

Work has been going pretty good. I have been getting a lot of things done and really pounding away at things. Our new director of operations started Nov. 30. He actually interviewed me for my first job at Danaher. I am very pleased that he is here. He is damn smart and likes to stick to the basics like I do. He also likes nascar and racing like I do. We're going to get along at all kinds of levels. It's pretty awesome have someone here like him.

I have been wearing my work boots more than my dress shoes. We're consolidating buildings and I have spent a good portion of my time doing some physical labor and coordinating people.

Everyday after work, I go work out. I have spent anywhere from 90-120 minutes working out. I run (training for a marathon again). and then I lift and then I want to go back to my apartment. I go home, eat, shower, and go to bed. During the week there isn't time to do anything else.

The personal life hasn't been good at all. I thought I was doing good before I came home for Thanksgiving. I had a lot of fun at home and seeing everyone, but it was very difficult to get on the plane. I almost didn't get on it. I wanted to stay. All of my hesitation has to do with the relationships that I have formed that are now stretched 800 miles. It is really tough. I am very proud of Ross and I know exactly how he feels.

I no longer know what Rachel and I are. things happened over Thanksgiving but I am not worried about it. I can't control it. I have to focus on other things as well. I just hope that she gives me a day when I come home. I have already asked her for it and she didn't really give me a response. Girls are frustrating. Damn you ladies.

Oh, my Forrest Gump Blu-ray was stolen. After a month of dealing with the USPS, I emailed amazon and BAM, two days later I now have Forrest Gump waiting safely at Rachel's house. I didn't trust my mailman to deliver it a second time.

I don't know how people do this. They move to areas where they don't know a soul. I am in that position. It is pretty damn tough. I am hoping it gets better. I know I have to just get out there and do things and hopefully I'll meet some people. I want to find some friends outside of work. Don't get me wrong, I think these people are great, but I don't think it's right to get black out drunk with them. At least not yet.

Only 12 more days and I'll be on a plane for back home. I can't wait. It's going to be a good time. Better yet, it's going to be awesome when Ross, Eric, Lisa, and myself all go to Cali!!

So, that's what's going on. Basically, my heart still belongs to Rachel. I work and workout all the time. I need to find friends. I need to explore. I need to find a new place to live. I have to take it one step at a time. Life is not a math problem. There isn't one right answer and you can't google the answer, you can't calculate the solution. Maybe there isn't one.

I guess I should be grateful for the things I do have. I have a job, I have family, and I have a place to live. Most people would kill for my spot.

I post some pics of which I have in my cube and in my apartment. They remind me of the good times I had back home.