Girlfriend and I had a meltdown over my job discontent. In our last couple of Skypes, my trivial complaints ended up with us fighting. But last night, she said she’s just too tired and drained out with my whining about work, coworkers, commuting, and the littlest shit. Of course this made me angry, especially when she cited her challenges overseas. She pointed out how awful of a crybaby/kill joy boyfriend I am. Her concerns over my incessant job searching were rightly valid with our plans to settle down soon and all. I also understood how she didn’t take my cathedral-over-providing concept of labor too well. I was too stubborn to consider her fears. Call it hubris that I feel something bigger is in store for me out there. Maybe her playing devil’s advocate would help me though. Anyway over at Slate, I chanced upon a project by two women writers who resolved to not complain for a month. In the spirit of reconciliation, I am also trying out this experiment. And hopefully do it for the long haul.
