mope, not morre.

I'm feeling over and under-whelmed at the moment. I'm not making the kind of money that I thought I'd be making coming out of school. Somehow I had more money while I was in school then while I've been out... -I don't quite know how that works.
I feel like work has taken up all of my days, which means I don't have much time for my friends - whom all seem to be busy with their own work schedules as well.
I have a long list of people I need to call, but am apprehensive about it because I don't quite know my schedule well enough to make plans. And while hanging out with David tonight, the realization about all of it came to a head. All of the people that I used to see on a regular basis, those that became my rock, have all gone back to their lives. It's a strange notion. For two years, 20-odd random strangers, put aside their lives. And now that those two years are up, they fall back into the world they once knew, as if nothing really lapsed. Perhaps I'm being a bit dramatic. People changed, bonds happened, skills and professions altered. But suddenly there is no time, or no good time. It's all such a mess of schedules, no one is on the same clock anymore. It's sad, and frustrating. Heck! I live with one of my friends, and I barely get the chance to see her even! It's all just a bit depressing.
I always remember how much I hate data management when I start working it full time...that's not to say that I don't love my coworkers, it's hard to find - although I must say, I've usually been pretty lucky. But the job itself will drain you of all life and meaning. So, if my next few entries to this thing are a bit down and out, it's because most of my day is spent thinking about how much I wish I was somewhere else, with someone else, was someone else...I get a lot of pondering done, a lot of dwelling, a lot of over analyzing. It's enough to put anyone over the edge...almost.