Post-Shift Static

I’m exhausted from my shift.

I keep thinking about what Asto texted me this morning. He did the one thing I didn’t want him to do. He made a choice that cost him his health yesterday. Things turned out worse than I thought. I won’t go too much into detail, but… he worried me.

Apparently I was right. His community willingly goes through hell together, and for now, he’s trapped. Sounds familiar, doesn’t it? His situation is different from mine though. He’s caught in a fruitless patriarchal system that’s been shaping him since childhood. A different kind of trap. At least he’s trying to figure things out.

While cleaning during my shift, my mind kept drifting back to my own life. My career. My “retire by 30” plan. I honestly want to retire outside of the U.S. I don’t like it here that much. There’s not much to like, in my opinion.

Omg… I need to clean out my bottle. Something stinks.

Okay. Focus.

I know I’m still very far from that goal of thirty. But I can still make things happen. I just don’t know if I should get a second job… or if I even can. There’s so much to research. Cybersecurity. Cloud. Automation. AI workflows. So much information.

And then I still have to read my mail about that insurance plan I came across.

Oh yeah… the new guy.

I’ll call him Lenor for now. I don’t know how he’d feel being in my blog, so a fake name it is. He might be the last new friend I come across. I can barely manage keeping up with four people as it is. Thank goodness everyone seems busy most of the time.

This library is interesting. Smaller than the last one. Closer to home. The downside… some very interesting individuals are here. The upside — I’m near a law firm of some sort.

I want to sleep. But I’m also hungry. I might go to Circle K or something.

I just hope this isn’t the start of some eating habit I lose control over. I’d hate to lose myself chasing abs and thick toned thighs… though that guy jogging past the bus stop earlier made me think about it. Nothing but shorts, and the wind wasn’t hiding anything. Some people really do live in their bodies like that.

He reminded me of how I’d want to look. Maybe not the shorts… but the strength.

I think I’m done writing for today.

I’m going straight into research mode.