There’s gotta be an easier way to make money than working for it.
I actually don’t mind the job. Once I make work-friends, I’m sure I’ll really like it. For now, I’m just the new writer who rambles on because she’s not yet used to having grown-ups for company. There is no color in my cubiffice, no decor. Who knows if I’ll be there six days, six weeks or six months, so I’m kinda afraid to settle in. But within beige fabric walls, I feel blah. Especially since it feels like I drive to Dallas every morning and there is no mint on my pillow when I get there.
As I complain that this working all day thing is getting in the way of my online social life, Q reminds me I wasn’t making any money at it, which is true. So my blog design remains in limbo with unmatching fonts and unfinished headers. I have no control over my ad campaigns. I feel like I’m living with Tom Hanks and Shelley Long in The Money Pit.
Spring Break is next week and with the kids out of school and the puppy still at training camp, that will remove a little stress from me. I won’t have to inspect for brushed teeth and clean undies at five in the morning, and I won’t worry they are neglecting the dog while she’s pooping in the kitchen. I’ll leave behind a week’s worth of groceries and they will be so full from snacks, I won’t have to make dinner.
I have a birthday date with my husband this weekend. I plan to feel like a whole new person by Monday morning.
Rejuvenation in comments…
Kids home for a week by themselves is rest? Oh honey. We gotta get you an assistant. Someone who works for free. . . Or maybe a wife?
I would love a wife! One of the submissive ones because I can be bossy. I would also need her to make us all a hot breakfast every morning. Don’t post the craigslist ad until I’ve had a chance to review it. Sounds exciting!