Because, really, who wants to hear me whine anymore?

Dear Diary,

Sorry I've been such a whiny-butt lately. I must admit this was partly due to missing my family something awful. This past Sunday was Greek Easter (Eastern Orthodox Easter always falls on the first Sunday after Passover - as the last supper was a passover meal) and in my family (as in many Greek families), Easter is the end all-be all of holidays. There is always a ton of food, including a whole lamb being roasted over an outdoor spit. If I can remember, I'll get some pics to post - the nicest touch is the intact head with tongue sticking out! I guess that's actually pretty gross to think about, but if you recall this post, it's not like I was raised in some lily white sense of animal purity. Anyway, the family was all together over at my aunt's house yesterday and I was, well, at home. Since we've moved from New Orleans to Austin, I've spent every Greek Easter pretty low. The husband tried to cheer me up by grilling some lamb fillets, and for that I am grateful.

I was also reading this book at the time. I don't know why I'm suddenly reading such things. It's not really up my alley, but something about it spoke to me. But that's for another post.

And I'm not very happy at my job, which has never been much of a secret. No, I'm not a teacher. Perhaps if I were I would be happier. Perhaps, as music wench suggested, that's what I should be doing. It's what I wanted to do when I started college. Unfortunately, I found the course of study unchallenging (wow. that's not a real word?) and my classmates vapid future suburban soccer mom wannabes. At the time, I couldn't see past that. Now, I believe I could. My current job is as an operations manager for a funding organization. We assist some very cool grassroots groups in Central America. But I feel too disconnected from the work being done to feel I'm of any use. I'm more someone who wants to be the one interacting with the people involved, not worrying about how much donations have dropped in the past 3 months because I have so much stuff to do, I can't get any actual work done.

I suppose this is pretty weak, considering I now spent most of my apology for whining while whining. Just wanted to explain. Thanks for listening.

Love, D.