The post that's almost as dumb as an episode of Gray's Anatomy

This week I am serving as my team's contact for all problems that our services cause. The week began with my pager not working, something my boss had a problem with because he gets pages 15 minutes after I ignore mine. Then the week got worse. I can't say much about how and why it sucked, but I was definitely regretting taking the job and moving out here and everything, adventure be damned. I oscillated between lamenting my situation, trapped here because it is waaay to early to quit, and trying to solve problems.

It seems, however, that things have a way or working out if you just keep at it. The people that handle the pagers never got back to me about mine being broken, but that didn't matter because I fixed it on my own. Some of my teammates stopped by and were incredibly helpful and all this pain has been a catalyst for learning certain things well. Even better, I am more than half-way done. Unless something happens over the weekend. Which is why I've kept my schedule clear.

The flight training is doing better. I think my flight instructor and I are getting used to each other. That, or I'm getting used to him. I have some kind of innate need to please people; it's really annoying.

My girl situation remains depressing. In fact, one of my friends from the East Coast still wants to be my wingman. From the 3000 miles away. This means that when I visit in a week or two, I can't complain about being lonely around him without getting a lecture about whatever he thinks I'm doing wrong trying to meet girls. I think I have this one: I'm not [trying]. Most days when I get home I have about enough energy to turn on the TV and watch House, or project my hatred at NCIS for being on in its place. If I am feeling particularly energetic, I cook myself some pasta. If not, well...you don't want to know: my fridge remains pretty empty. No where, in all of that, is there energy to go out and meet new people. I did deliberately smile at some girl today (usually the smile is unintentional) but it was mostly because she was right in front of me and I had nothing better to do. And there are some girls at starbucks. I'm afraid of asking them out though, because the one that I'm interested in is not the one that hits on me, and I worry that if I screw up I will create some kind of awkward situation that will threaten my Grande Vanilla Latte source.

Wow I don't even know why I'm writing here. Nothing interesting happened--nothing worth reading. Yet I remember standing in line at McDonalds thinking "that would be an interesting post." I think there is an xkcd about that. Wait, no, actually. That comic is about doing something really interesting and ironically thinking about writing about it. What I did was do something that's not interesting, and then write about it. Ah, this reference is more suitable. In summary, I've just wasted your time. Seriously. I normally pour over my entries, trying to fix spelling and grammer errors, but this one is just so boring I can't get two sentences in.