I realize I've been away from blogging or writing in general for a few months. I've moved across the country, gotten a new job, and I'm already quitting and moving on to something else. I'm still in training with the current job, if you can believe that. Two and a half months in and I'm still in this God-awful training that serves no purpose. I had gotten word that I would be laid off in September so I applied to other positions. Although going back overseas wasn't my first choice, I turned to it because of the money offered and because, quite frankly, life is a lot simpler over there. So, I have three weeks to get my affairs in order before I go back to Iraq, as a civilian this time.
I'm one of these people that needs some sort of stability and regular schedule in my life. Probably one of the reasons I haven't been writing since I've been here is that I haven't quite figured out what I'm doing here. You'd think training would be a piece of cake, but I constantly have the feeling that I'm serving no purpose and I'm not contributing in any way. This feeling only got worse when I knew I was losing my job. What's the point of going through over two months of training to put in only a month and a half of work? Now that I've figured out what I'm doing next and I know what my next job consists of (only a week or two of training for that!), I feel much better. I need to stop stressing over little things so much.
