chasing the sun

what do you call a week like this?

I have been elated, frustrated, tired, angry…the whole gamut of emotions has been mine to experience.

Sunday was a brilliant day – a good cup of coffee, a great sermon and an hilarious lunch complete with good food and sparkling conversation…Monday was even better – the day off work so that I could hang out at Africa Revolution and update iTunes on my computer. That evening, I watched 24 (my new favorite show) and ate a terrific meal, then played cards and smoked hookah with my roommate and some friends.

Tuesday was when it sort of went downhill – the Blue Line has been running slow due to instability on the tracks (scary, I know) so, despite the nice weather, I was fifteen minutes late to work. Then, at work, people kept coming to me to correct mistakes I’d made and then I mailed out four separate packages to one person that had to be sent again for a grand total of eight packages, eight mailing labels and four certified mailers. To top it off, I had to stay late to do it thanks to an exasperating attorney. I thought things would get better when I went to workout, but I dropped my iPod and it freaked out and quit working. I’ve been troubleshooting for the past three days and it still just shows the little apple icon to me, taunting me like a little girl with her tongue stuck out, refusing to budge an inch. I rely heavily on that thing to get me through my increasingly monotonous workouts, but alas, it will not cooperate.

Wednesday started out much like Tuesday and I was worried I was going to have to jump out a window. The first moments I was in the office, another attorney took it upon herself to point out a mistake I’d made back in October, and warned me, ever so politely, to be careful not to repeat it. It’s basically just her being upset because something wasn’t where it was supposed to be and looking for someone to blame and/or get mad at about it. Luckily, that someone was me. The day did get better, however. I had Chipotle for lunch and registered Africa Revolution NFP with the county on my lunch break, which is a huge step for us as an organization – so woo-hoo. I finished up the day by washing every dirty dish in my kitchen, doing some laundry, and making a fabulous and healthy dinner.

So, what does Thursday hold? We’ll see, I guess. Grey’s Anatomy comes on tonight and I think I might go out afterwards.

You know, I really hate “working for the weekend.” I don’t think this is the life God meant for us before the fall. And I am starting to feel the strain of working a job just to pay the bills as opposed to working at a full-time job to which I can devote my life and time with complete assurance that what I am doing has eternal value.

My heart is with the Revolution, but the rest of me is stuck trudging to the platform at Western every morning, waiting for the Blue Line train that may never come…