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Almost spelled Routine “Routein”. I guess that’s what happens when you eat too much protein. Or protein consumes you. I don’t know.

Well, by taking that last step a couple weeks ago by joining a gym, I think my wife and I have officially fallen into that “settled adult” routine. Work. Eat. Sleep. Gym. Work. Do it all over again. At least we’re trying to get in shape?

I guess I’m just hitting that down stage of the norm. Where you wonder why you bothered to spend money to go to college when you really haven’t done much with it. Where you wonder why none of the jobs listed on popular classified boards apply to you, and when they do and you apply, you get not even a phone call in return? And you also wonder, on a side note, why there are so many unemployed people when said job boards are LOADED with positions?

I’m making my best effort not to be down about it. I don’t think I’m falling into another depression or anything, but I’m just feeling “left out” of life at the moment. I can’t remember the last time my wife and I went out with friends. We celebrated her graduation ceremony recently, and her very generous grandmother took us out for dinner, and that was the best time out we’ve had in a long time. We try and do something every so often, but I just feel like I see all my friends (read: like 4 of 5 people, tops) pretty consistently going out and I’m either not available or not invited. Which is fine, I don’t expect to go to everything with everyone but it seems like the time between work and going out never lines up, allowing me to actually do something.

So I’m back on the job hunt again, as you can see. At this point I don’t even care where I end up. It just has to pay more than I make. A gratuitous amount more than what I make. I like my job, but it’s getting more and more stressful. Naturally, as my store does better, my goals get higher, and we have less and less chance of hitting those goals. And when we don’t, there goes my bonus. That bonus pays my rent. I can’t do this commission/bonus thing anymore. I need a set, consistent salary. Plus I know I have nowhere to go in my company. I have managers in my district that should have been DMs but they won’t get promoted. And they’ve been around longer than I have. And to be honest, I don’t want to be a district manager. Way too much time away from home.

It’d also be nice if someone would interview my wife for a teaching position. Most of the people we went to school with have jobs already. She worked really hard for it and it sucks to see her so frustrated with the whole process. Patience, I keep telling her. Patience.

Just waiting for something to open up here. Tired of living week-to-week. I just want to live comfortably. Maybe a bigger place. Pay off some debt. That sort of thing. I can be patient, but it had better be worth the wait.

This is my 200th post by the way. Wow.

Sunday:
Work 11-7
5 hours of sleep (even though I had the time to sleep, just didn’t have the ability)

Monday:
Work 9:30-5:30
3.5 hours of sleep

Tuesday:
Work 5-9:30
Nap
Work 2-9
3 hours of sleep (went to bed early to prepare for day ahead, could not fall asleep or stay asleep) 

Wednesday: 
Woke up at 5
Drove 4 hours 45 minutes (Toms River to Ocean to Atlantic City to Limerick, PA)
Training meeting 10-6
Quick stop for food/drinks at Craft Ale House
Drove 4 hours (reverse of above, less traffic)
Home at 12:30
2.5 hours of sleep

Thursday:
Work 5-9:30
Work 9:30-6:30
Cinco de Mayo at Chevy’s (spent about 2 hours there)
5 hours of sleep

Friday:
Work 5-9:30

Except I woke up slightly late this morning, and at about 7:45 AM threw up three times in the work bathroom. Guess my week had to catch up with me eventually. I came home at about 8, went to sleep, and just got up about 20 minutes ago to a call from my boss (12:20ish). Today is actually my first day off since last Wednesday, and even still I had to go into my side job this morning, had I had the physical ability to stay there.

Needless to say, I need to quit my side job. One is enough to kill me. Stupid economy. No, I’m not trying to harbor pity out of my readers, it just made me feel better to write about this week from hell now that it’s over.