My 9th Month Work-Sary

May 4th was my 9th Month Work-sary. So after nine months of solitary confinement in my 3.5-walled fortress, I finally got my first ever field work yesterday. In beautiful SoCal weather too, mind you! Yay! The day was very nice (mid-70s), and even though I walked for about 5 hours plotting valves, utility boxes, etc on my incomplete topo map, I didn't mind it at all. I guess if you'd been cooped up indoors for that long, anything outdoors-y is a blessing.

I still can't believe it. I've never lasted at a job longer than this (my record was exactly nine months in Seal Beach). Some days I feel like life is just passing me by while I try (or struggle, lol) to get use to this life---my tiny eight-to-five life that does nothing but make my eyes go bad but at the same time sponsor all my materialistic needs. So far it has funded my overpriced camera, snowboarding, my alcoholism (which I'm now trying to tone down) and some other things that I now can't even remember buying.

But all seriousness aside, there are times when I still question myself, what am I doing here? But I guess, just because you feel like you're not contributing at all, it doesn't mean that you're completely worthless. I'd like to think that even a tiny thing could actually make a difference. On Monday, my boss emailed my group about the Norwalk SECAP being approved. It made me happy for maybe two minutes, just because I spent so much time working on it. I worked on that thing from data collection to drafting the report, and it just felt so good that it's now over with.