The Winds of Change...

... and all that corny cliche jazz.

The winds here are royally fierce! When they're calm, you can almost feel warm when standing in the sun, but they've been howling for several days now and you have to bundle up to make sure not a breeze gets through your clothes. Instant body rocking shivers. And I don't mean body rocking in a good way.

Logan is in Montana now getting trained up for his new position. I think they're also checking him out to make sure they're not putting a pyscho in charge of a multimillion dollar store. No official offer yet, but we did hear one thing for certain: I will not be office manager for the new store at all.

This sucks on so many levels. For one thing, I can understand the potential for HR issues. But if they're going to make a rule, they need to make it a rule for all. This "rule" is being broken all over the place throughout the company, mostly on the corporate level. But hey, who am I to judge, right?

At least they admitted that they would not be able to find someone better than me.

That pretty much solidified what we'll take as far as salary for Logan. I'll be without a job going to a new area that's more expensive than here in Alaska.

Once again my talents are being thrown in my face as worthless. It's starting to bring me down. First, I'm told my masters degree and 2nd degree black belt mean nothing since I'm not a "certified" instructor. Now I'm being told it doesn't matter that I'm a good office manager and that my presence at store set would make a lot of things go a lot smoother because I've done it before and have some idea of what needs to be done.

And my puppy is driving me insane because he has very good days and very bad days. Yesterday he woke me up three times during the night, pooped on the floor in the apartment, pooped in the office at work, and generally made a pest of himself. He has recurring diarrhea, as in his poop is fine one day and really bad the next and there doesn't seem to be any reason for it.

Today he's ripping open trash bags, chewing on everything in sight, and harrassing the cats. I can't concnetrate on anything because when he's not in sight, he's doing something he's not supposed to.

But I still love him, of course. Anyone who looks at that adorable face couldn't help themselves.

He's getting big now, too. He's stretching out, legs getting longer, body getting longer. More crazy dog energy. We need to get a house in California, I think. A place with a yard for him to run around in without a leash. And maybe another canine friend.

I'm taking today off, but it's wierd having a day off without Logan. I'm just hanging around the apartment, chasing the puppy out of the garbage. I'm really frustrated, so I guess I'm venting. right now.

Thank you to those who suggested I continue on with the blog even after moving back to California. I may close this blog and start a new one. The whole point to this blog was living in Alaska.

Logan asked me if I would regret leaving Alaska. I told him we would have regretted never coming here, but I don't think we'll regret leaving. It's opened up the world for us in a way no other state would have. I'm now a seasoned flyer, which I never would have been without living here. Who knows? So much has happened to us in the last couple of years, what could a decade bring? Or even half a decade?

Ah, well. There went my attention span. Time to go walk the puppy. And take the trash out while it's still in the bag.