Feeling Sick

I'll touch upon the job issue just once today and then let it go. There are other more important things on my mind that I want to mention and the following three paragraphs are a leftover from the previous entry anyway.

I have never had a job that made me happy. Work has always been work. At least when I was in college, I knew that the job would end after a few months. Maybe this set a bad precedent for me. I expect too much from a job now. In my opinion a job should be dynamic not static.

Dishwasher, assembling silo unloaders, garden store retail, frozen food packaging, printing tee shirts, janitor, forklift driver, book packaging, filing, customer service for insurance and computer operator.

Eleven jobs for someone my age might not seem like that many, but it is enough for me. I have never quit a job in anger nor have I ever been fired from a job. I just suffer until it is over or I can move on to something new.

Brenda and I had an interesting discussion last night. She says that I always see the bad in everything, while she can see the good.

Time for a journal related topic here. I have noticed a trend toward multiple columns of text going at the same time on one page. I'm not quite sure how I feel about this move. The journals seem to be evolving into more of a newsletter than a journal. The multiple column format allows the writer to get more information across, but I'm not sure that I want the journal to be schizophrenic in nature. Here we have one voice talking about one thing and the same person is talking in another voice about something else. There is a definite division between the different columns of information, but do they have to be on the same page. I realize that I am playing fast and loose here with the definition of a journal and its all a matter of style, but I am curious as to why so many people have gone with this new look.

This pondering might get me in trouble with some people, but it has been on my mind for a while now. I guess that what I am saying is that this is fine for other people, but I doubt that I will adopt this format. Nancy championed the other extreme by discarding her table and eliminating most of the color in her journal.

I am writing this entry even earlier than usual, because I am sick. I get dizzy when I walk and my body temperature is fluctuating as I type. Shaking is not a pleasant sensation. All that I want to do is sleep.

Nine months until Christmas.