no fuzzies.

Sometimes working as a development/aid worker you expect the occasional thank you, the occasional nice speech at a party or the occasional warm fuzzies you get when you see lives changed, people growing their own food or a child's future changed forever because of a scholarship.

Well the reality is those moments are few and far between. I've been here a year. I do not get the warm fuzzies or the teary eyed thank you's.

The fact is sometimes this job makes me want to kill people instead of save/help them (exaggeration- sort of). Some humanitarian I am.

It's monday, not only the beginning of a week, but the beginning of a month and already I can tell it's going to be a doozy. My truck is broken (after having just sent it for repairs of course), our program's computer crashed and my IT wiz/employee failed to back up the data and I have 4 reports already overdue.

I often long for a "normal" job, where people are educated, competent, hard working, honest and I can actually understand every single word coming out of their mouth. Would it be boring?

I always think the grass will be greener and I long for the new dramatic and exciting posting responding to this disaster or that war on this continent or that one. Sometimes Karamoja just sucks.

Maybe it's just a case of the Monday's (which tend to morph into Tuesdays) or maybe I just need a vacation, or maybe a normal job.

Vent over. Warm fuzzies will come with Christ's return right?