Hmmmm-bug

So hubby got back today after 24 days of touring. He has been away for most of September, come to think of it, from August-end itself. He came back for 2 days in between but again had to go for purpotedly 10-odd days, and ended up having to stay on for 24. Poor guy, I didn't make life any easier for him what with my constant sulking over the phone. But then again, in four months of marriage, if we have been together for barely two months, am I not entitled to be miffed about it?
Anyway, he has to go back again on Tuesday for another week. Sigh! Am getting used to it now. And anyway, these days have so much to do that I don't miss him as much as I used to earlier when I was jobless and unemployed (yes, the two have different connotations.) And now that sis-in-law is here, it is much better. Seriously, otherwise these 24 days would not have been easy. But she made it seem like 4 days. Thank god for her.
On the work front, I am still encountering partial joblessness. Which is why I think I wil come back to blogging.
Bunked driving class because S got back in the morning. Have not been practising on the bike either. My SIL, who is teaching me to ride the bike, has more confidence in my driving abilities than me. But honestly, feels great to be able to ride the bike. Of course, they say nothing ever comes out of nothing. So the fall I took the other day, eventually did lead to me driving her back home all the way, right?! Everyone else drives a Kinetic or a Honda, but I cannot wait to become dudette on motorcycle zipping around on the roads here.

Having a Wheel of a Time

Enrolled in driving class yesterday after procastinating for months, maybe even years. Also, yesterday was the red-letter "FiRST-DAY-IN-NEW-JOB-AFTER-FIVE-MONTHS-UNEMPLOYMENT day".
Was speaking to P the previous night, wishing her luck for her first day in new office. Typically she asked, are you nervous about job. I say I'm not, not nervous, not happy, not sad, not nothing. Just relieved that from now on there will be a pay check to my name every month and I will no longer have to leech off S. Tis sad, but that's about he only drive I have left to make myself go in to work. Love of the job, the idea of making a difference, all that stuff which made me become a journalist have disappeared somewhere, and I wish I knew how to get it back.
Anyway, driving lesson was kind of ... fun?!?! Was a nervous wreck behind the wheel. was gripping the steering wheel so hard that I thought my knuckles would crack. The instructor was a kindly man who kept making encouraging comments.
In the afternoon, office was pretty ok, except for the nearly non-existent dirty, stinky loo. Was kicked that I had not forgotten the systems and the commands. I guess I was being sized up by one and all. But I have decided, this time round will be emotionally detaching myself from the workplace, I will do what is required and leave office worries behind in office, not carry them back home as I am already carrying around excess emotional baggage.
Coming to that, last night had a mother of all rows with S. I have no clue what sparked it off but there it was and it just kept spiralling out of control. It's just too crazy. I hate who I have become, I was never ever like this. Never.
I wish I was more religious or something so that I could find an outlet for all that is there inside me.