Sandra Gibbons

Sandra Gibbons

lives in beautiful Northwest Arkansas. She writes about parenthood, lessons learned, and creating moments of happiness.

Carpe Diem

Happy evening… It’s a shame Nola lost power.

I don’t watch big productions like the Super Bowl, but whatever. I can’t stand commercials and propaganda, and I can’t stand Beyonce and her screeching. Alicia’s deeply talented though. And beautiful. I’d watch and listen to her any day.

I’ve been working for one week now, and I’m constantly exhausted trying to get back on some sort of normal schedule. I work in Travel and Expense Support, and my first week was filled with meetings and introductions and getting lost in the many buildings which make up the Walmart campus. Most of the buildings feel like an underground bunker when they’re one floor. MASSIVE building layout, no windows.. just hundreds of cubicles and enormous walk aisles. It actually makes me miss the environment of my former job in downtown Kansas City. At least I sat by a window a couple floors up. My boss seems cool, so I don’t foresee any problems there, and the people I work closely with are extremely nice and helpful. I’m hoping to get my job duties down quickly. I discussed having a 4-day work week with my boss, and she said it would be doable and we could try and implement it in May after all of this year-end and my learning and training wraps up. It’d be nice to have 3-day weekends and save some money on trekking into work. It currently takes me over half a tank of gas in my Xterra to drive back and forth to work for one week. The NWA rush hour drive is killing me though. All these people using one 2-lane interstate… it’s a total joke.

I won’t even be working at my desk in my building for the next two weeks—I’ll be testing out the new expense system headed by the project management team… so it’ll take me even longer to get to work—and parking is an absolute bitch. My normal hours will be 7-330pm M-F, but these next two weeks will be 8-5pm. Hopefully it flies by. I’m just glad to be working again and making money.

I’m still waiting on a W-2 from Hooters to finish filing my taxes. It looks like I’ll get a decent return, which is nice, because normally I’m paying something. I’ll be able to take a couple trips I’ve been planning for before summer hits. I’m very excited. A glimmer of light in all the darkness.

But, it’s already killing me that all of my time is spent in a building with no windows, and that it’s nearly impossible for me to write and do those hobbies that I enjoy so much. The weather has been incredibly cold, and I haven’t been able to hear very well the past almost 3 weeks now. Sinus pressure I think. Nothing I do can get my left ear to pop, so it’s been very irritating not being able to hear what’s going on around me. I don’t even feel like I can think straight. Just drained.

I’m trying not to fall into deep negativity again, but it’s so hard. Seize the day.

To the Virgins, to Make Much of Time

Gather ye rose-buds while ye may,
Old Time is still a-flying;
And this same flower that smiles today,
Tomorrow will be dying.

The glorious lamp of heaven, the sun,
The higher he’s a-getting,
The sooner will his race be run,
And nearer he’s to setting.

That age is best which is the first,
When youth and blood are warmer;
But being spent, the worse, and worst
Times still succeed the former.

Then be not coy, but use your time,
And while ye may, go marry;
For having lost but once your prime,
You may for ever tarry.

Robert Herrick

Indifferently Drained

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