Well, you see, I have recently gotten a J.O.B.
Much like a regular job in many respects, with daily trials such as getting up at a set time, commuting to work, a desk, and various and semi-responsible tasks to perform, a J. O. B. requires 110% of my usual waking attention to keep my "learning opportunities" to a minimum.
(Read here: repeated attempts to mitigate self-imposed disasters without making me look too inept! Are you so cruel as to ask for examples? How about xeroxing 1000 copies, only to find them printed upside down, inviting a client and board-member out for margaritas the second day on the job via work e-mail as I knew her pre-employment and finding out that my boss is a staunch non-drinker, or having suggested a new way of filing although the "CURRENT sytem works PERFECTLY well THANK you very much!")
While most of the business world would find my work-a-day tasks quite mundane, I find I am challenged trying to be creative using my self-imposed gas allowance to deal with child care responsibility, errands and creating a respectable wardrobe for a moderate sum of money as a working Mom. No Prada for this worker bee!
Yes, I know, I'm not quite ready for the big league yet, but as a full-time mother and house maven, this is big for me. Truly big.
It will grow might old pretty quickly I suppose, but I am enjoying regular paychecks, a parking spot with a view of Mount Rainier and the docks of the harbor outside my office window.
I miss blogging 'though. Maybe I'll take shorter lunches and use some time at the local library for computer access on my work days. Or be creative like "Post Secret" and add a new blog just on Sundays.
I'll keep you posted. Thanks for not losing faith in me!
