I haven’t really talked too much about my new job because I was afraid it was too good to be true. Having actually worked it a few weeks and gotten good feedback from my new boss, I think it might finally be safe to mention. When Jack was born, Rick and I both wanted me to stay at home as much as possible. I was a daycare baby (and obviously turned out totally fine), but for some reason, it was just something I wanted. When I actually met my child, I KNEW it was something I wanted. When he turned six weeks old and I didn’t have to go back to work, I was elated. I was exhausted and happy and fat and miserable and my body was nowhere near fully recovered from birthing a human being. I remember thinking about the many women who (by choice or by need) send their infants to daycare and return to full time at six weeks. How do they do it?! I didn’t get a full night’s sleep for the first six months of Jack’s life. I can’t imagine adding a full time job to the mix. It is seriously insane to me that six weeks is the norm. Continue reading
This week has just been the worst. One day (if you decide to have children), you will drop your kid off at daycare or school for the first time and you will discover what real solid pain feels like.
Today was your fourth day. The first two days I let you go just for a few hours to get used to it. Yesterday, I left you for ten hours. TEN. For ten hours I left you with total strangers. A little boy pushed you down and scratched your beautiful face and stole your toy. Your teacher handed me a piece of paper explaining your injuries. She said you did nothing. You just cried. I purposely did not ask which little tot caused harm to my perfect child because I knew that you might one day become friends with him, and that one day you might want him to come over and play, and you might even grow up to be best friends-and I would hate his little toddler guts for the rest of my life. Continue reading
Today is day seven in a row of BABY. During the week, I am a stay-at-home mom, but most weekends, I work. I work for a few reasons. One, we can use the money. Two, I need to get out of this house and away from my angel nugget at least once a week. Jack is my joy. The moment I leave him, I miss him. The second I put him to bed, I want to pick him back up and hold him watch him sleep. When I hear him in the morning, I love walking into his room and seeing his smile as we start our day together. That being said, as most parents know, I NEED A BREAK. Continue reading
It was my first job ever. I didn’t even apply for it. A few days before my first day of high school, I was informed of my new position at Eldercare Pharmacy. I was to work there after school until 5:30pm. I was excited. I’m not sure why. We hadn’t even discussed that I would get a job in high school. I guess my parents just thought I should. Alright, then.
As usual, I hadn’t eaten a thing. I never woke up in time to eat anything, and I refused to eat the nastiness they served for lunch at school. No, not even the rubbery pizza with plastic cheese could tempt my palate. Someone once pointed out to me that I could pack a lunch. What? Like, plan ahead? When? The night before? Are you kidding me? Nope. Another option would have been bringing money to school for the vending machine, but I didn’t have a job, yet, so…. Continue reading
Do you really hate your job? Maybe you do. Maybe, your current job is the worst possible thing you could ever be doing. Maybe, you need to get the H out of there STAT, but here is another idea. Maybe, it’s you. Before you leave a job you hate, ask yourself, “Do I hate every single job I’ve ever had?” If the answer is “yes”, then you might want to figure out why before job hopping again. Continue reading