Ok, so the job is obviously good, since I haven’t come online to complain about it. Or obviously bad, as in I was fired, got depressed, jumped off a bridge, never to write again, which some of you may have suspected. (Hush, I like to pretend I have reader(s)). Either way, I won’t write too much or too often about it here, just because I don’t want to get dooced. It’s too nice here. Really nice. Really, reeeeeeally nice, if you happen to read this, Mr. CEO. I’ve made wonderful new friends, I’ve made money, and I’ve made a difference, both in the world in general, and in people’s lives specifically. So as much as I had feared the worst, going back to work, I’ve loved it. Also, I am a much better mommy now. I think I was just too burned out before, and I feel lame even saying that. But I don’t suppose it really matters now. We’re all happy. Pearl and Sprout love school, I love my job, we see each other after work and we share and hug and kiss and cuddle. The housework isn’t done as regularly as I would like, but it’s really not that big a deal. We can pay our bills, and eat now. I can afford clothing for my children, and we’ve all made friends. Life is good, and we’re all growing up.
LATELY
My New Page - 2006-04-15
Life is a Magic Thing, Woah. - 2005-11-18
No Dooce for You! - 2005-11-09
The Nicest Thing Anyone Has Ever Said To Me - 2005-09-05
Ugh. Grunt. Some Other Stuff. - 2005-09-01
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