Maybe I'm losing sleep over nothing



I called home today. My mom named the new lab Smokey. I wanted Walter or Oscar, but I took too long to call home and they have to call the puppy something.



My dad asked me, yet again, if I had looked around for schools for my MBA. He read an article about the University of Phoenix Online, and he wants me to check it out. I keep telling him, I can't afford it. I can barely support myself. He's sort of hinting that he might pay for it. God, just thinking about it makes me cringe. One thing that I'm really proud of about myself is that I haven't asked my parents for a single penny ever since I left the Philippines in 2001. Asking my dad for tuition is just so out of the question even though, sometimes, I really feel like just dropping everything - quitting my job and running back home. Back home to real meals, laundry that's always done, and endless afternoons.



But no. I have to be a grown-up and sit at my desk and take calls and tell people who make twice as much as I do how to do their jobs.



Besides, I'm not even eligible for an MBA yet. I've got a year. Maybe things will come together. Maybe I'll get myself out of this rut. Maybe I'll get a new job, one that I like. Maybe I'll break up this pity party.



{Waiting for the Sunset, Beulah}