The bitter taste of ennui...

For the last few days I've been feeling as though my life is in a rut. Maybe it's that I'm 33, most of my friends are either married or will be soon, some even having kids, and I'm still living at home, still working at the same job (don't get me wrong--I love the company, it's just 4 years of shlepping boxes is a bit...monotonous?)...

*sigh* Okay, so I try to remind myself that I'm a writer--I'll admit, I think I'm a halfway decent fiction writer--that just hasn't been published yet, just to soothe my ego. Fat lot of good that'll do after awhile, though...I'd really like to be elsewhere right now. And have the feeling that I've been even moderately successful in life, instead of coasting.

On the brighter side, though, I've applied for another job within the company I work for, a decidedly non-box-shlepping job dealing with the processing of incoming orders. Basically a desk job that is a bit less physical and a lot less tiring. Here's to hoping I get it. Funny thing, really, I've been thinking of moving on from shipping for some time now, but this job just happened to jump out at me at a time when I wasn't paying too much attention to the company postings. Heh...sometimes the best things jump out at me unexpectedly.

Okay, will update this more soon...going off to vent my frustrations on whatever writing project I have going at the moment...