When You're Not Looking

I spent July 4th weekend, afloatin' and aswimmin' on the River Neuse. A great weekend, really. I mean, I did some thinking and some bonding this weekend.

Maia, a girl who lives two floors up, and I cried during the fireworks on July 3rd. I was there last year, a military wife with her husband in Iraq.

Worrying, crying, missing.

I've basically avoided other military spouses from the beginning. I met more than a couple of military wives this weekend. Its such a weird bond. You automatically have this understanding.

Anyway, it was a peaceful and reflective weekend. I scored a tan and am flashing noticably more blond (blonder?) hair. I see myself, embracing this "redneck" life. Ok, maybe I'll just put a boat on my wishlist right after $1500 in my savings, a degree, and buying our first house. Oh yeah, and moving a little further north.

I put my two weeks notice in at Arbys yesterday. Fast food management has rubbed my patience to one small, sad nub. There are days that I wish I was Christian (or some kind of religion) so I could pray for patience and then offer up my frustration.

That stuff doesn't work for me. So its time to move on. Funny thing: All the managers are talking to me about jumping ship.

posted by molly @ 7:13 PM