I’m back up again early morning Monday and I’m tired as I’m sure many people are out there. I am fortunate enough to have internet access to calm my mornings, but things are not getting easier this holiday season. The schedules between my wife and I are all skewed, forcing me and her to see each other less and the corporation that is Starbucks hasn’t really complied with any of our wishes.

On the flip side, I have a job that lets me be there nine to five, so at least the steady part of work is on my side. But it doesn’t make waking up early any easier. I’m still trying to get used to it, but it’s not as easy some make it out to be.

I worked graveyard shift at a supermarket once, and that nearly killed me, and the pay was horrible. At least now I don’t have to deal with 2 a.m cold spells, and boredom movements that cause me to consider walking out and never looking back. I do have notions that I’m going to fly away, but for the time being, there’s an education that I have to pay back first.

The holidays suck. People are so thankless and careless. I had to go grocery shopping yesterday and I had to deal with people trying to cut me off in the aisles, people mad at me for trying to get something from the bottom shelf, therefore blocking their cart from movement. Not only that, the parking lots are insane, all people are in a hurry.

It seems that although we live in a much more civilized society, and Seattle claims to boast a greener more thoughtful generation than Los Angeles, I have felt none of that.

From being anonymous at church, to Seattl-ites trying to jump in front of my car, and the looks from white women scared that I’m going to steal their purse, I’m really trying avoid the culture shock of this place.

I don’t feel at home a lot. I barely speak spanish to anyone, and my days are filled with programming language, and no one sees my frustrations.

Friends are hard to make when you spend 40 hours a day behind a computer. What good are friends if you are behind a computer all day?

Then I go home and have to carve out some time for my wife, not that it’s a bad thing or pains me to do so, but I want to and time constrains me and forces me to reconsider the amount of Sleep I get.

It’s ok though, I tell myself.

Maybe I can work really hard for a few years, save my pennies and then….I don’t know.

I’m fighting to be content, really I am. It’s hard for me though. I’m fighting my brash arguments and holding on for dear life.

If a leather belt can hold two people from being swept away by a tornado…..oh nevermind.

If someone says I have a case of the Mondays, I’m going home.