Usually enjoy it…

I almost never feel the need to say I dislike my job, because for the most part I really don’t. It’s a great job, I earned it and fought for it and I am always happy I have it, especially nowadays. What I don’t like about it is rewarding people who commit crimes or acts of dishonesty, something I do all too often. I often catch myself thinking “If only my mother knew what I did for a living”, but thankfully she doesn’t get into details. I imagine I’d be disowned.

I won’t get into the details but I am counting the days before I can leave the Dominican Republic and refocus my career. I’ve even broken up the six months left into manageable, bite-sized pieces; January means a new year, February I go on paternity leave and afterwards comes the serious preparation for deparing post. It all seems like a dream.

My Domincan friends and colleagues should know that I value the friendships I’ve made here, but I’m just not fitting in well with the Caribbean island experience. Some people aren’t suited for it and I’m just one of those people. I’ve no regrets about coming here and surely the good experiences I’ve had will shine through while the negatives fade into the background clutter. I just can’t wait to leave, no offense.

Six months, two weeks and two days before I depart Post, if you’re counting.