Back to the real world
Dear Mr. Inventor-of-the-portable-DVD-player,
Thank you very much for inventing the mighty motor midget morphine unit.
Without it, I surely would be on valium by now.
Yours Truly,
Pagalina
We have returned from the wilds of Charleston, SC. I am slightly more beige than when we left, a whole lot more freckled and actually rested! Ruby loved jumping into the pool and she love Love LOVED her grandma and grandpa. It’s hard to describe how happy it made me to see Ruby loving and being loved, that warm nest of kindness is priceless. A week’s visit really allowed them to connect. I was a little self conscious of my parenting at times. Nothing like having a mother-in-law who raised 3 children and works with small ones everyday. They don’t say anything critical or even raise an eye brow at the number of french fries my child ate on vacation, but since they see ruby’s cousin, who is probably perfect, all the time, they see all the ways that I must be ruining our girl. I should just get over myself, and I will one day, it’s on my to-do list. I don’t really like that “mother-in-law” word anyways. It has built-in antagonism. Richard’s mom and her hubby, Patrick totally ROCK. I wish we lived closer to them, they’re so easy to hang out with and I get a lot of hugs, always a plus.
As I said, they were awesome to hang out with and I would live in their neck of the woods, north of Seattle, in a heartbeat if it wasn’t rainy or foggy or chilly 90% of the time. I’d have to have a room full of those full-spectrum light boxes in which to bathe myself daily in order to not be a limp little sad rag doll. It’s the closest thing I have to a mental disorder. I’ve been trying to think of ways to get EVERYONE to move to one pleasantly-climated place. Southwest anyone?
So, now I’m back at work again. While we were spending 7 hours in the car, in between feeding Ruby jelly bellies, one at a time, I contemplated career choices. Actually for 5 seconds, owning a dollar store sounded like a great idea and then Richard mentioned the realities of managing minimum wage workers and trying to keep all the goddam air fresheners hanging straight on their little hooks. That would make me insane. Why are there toilet brushes strewn about? Did someone have to test drive all of them? I would spend entirely too much time grumbling under my breath.
There is nothing wrong with what I do, except I’ve been doing it too long. WOOHOO, I get to do ANOTHER business card design! Wheeeeee! Being in advertising is not saving lives, if you hadn’t already figured that out. Ideally, I’d win the lottery and then I could work part time somewhere for fun and then do volunteer work. I think I’d have a funky hair color and dress weird just for fun too. Wait, scratch the weird part, I’d dress expensively! That’s much better.
Thank you very much for inventing the mighty motor midget morphine unit.
Without it, I surely would be on valium by now.
Yours Truly,
Pagalina
We have returned from the wilds of Charleston, SC. I am slightly more beige than when we left, a whole lot more freckled and actually rested! Ruby loved jumping into the pool and she love Love LOVED her grandma and grandpa. It’s hard to describe how happy it made me to see Ruby loving and being loved, that warm nest of kindness is priceless. A week’s visit really allowed them to connect. I was a little self conscious of my parenting at times. Nothing like having a mother-in-law who raised 3 children and works with small ones everyday. They don’t say anything critical or even raise an eye brow at the number of french fries my child ate on vacation, but since they see ruby’s cousin, who is probably perfect, all the time, they see all the ways that I must be ruining our girl. I should just get over myself, and I will one day, it’s on my to-do list. I don’t really like that “mother-in-law” word anyways. It has built-in antagonism. Richard’s mom and her hubby, Patrick totally ROCK. I wish we lived closer to them, they’re so easy to hang out with and I get a lot of hugs, always a plus.
As I said, they were awesome to hang out with and I would live in their neck of the woods, north of Seattle, in a heartbeat if it wasn’t rainy or foggy or chilly 90% of the time. I’d have to have a room full of those full-spectrum light boxes in which to bathe myself daily in order to not be a limp little sad rag doll. It’s the closest thing I have to a mental disorder. I’ve been trying to think of ways to get EVERYONE to move to one pleasantly-climated place. Southwest anyone?
So, now I’m back at work again. While we were spending 7 hours in the car, in between feeding Ruby jelly bellies, one at a time, I contemplated career choices. Actually for 5 seconds, owning a dollar store sounded like a great idea and then Richard mentioned the realities of managing minimum wage workers and trying to keep all the goddam air fresheners hanging straight on their little hooks. That would make me insane. Why are there toilet brushes strewn about? Did someone have to test drive all of them? I would spend entirely too much time grumbling under my breath.
There is nothing wrong with what I do, except I’ve been doing it too long. WOOHOO, I get to do ANOTHER business card design! Wheeeeee! Being in advertising is not saving lives, if you hadn’t already figured that out. Ideally, I’d win the lottery and then I could work part time somewhere for fun and then do volunteer work. I think I’d have a funky hair color and dress weird just for fun too. Wait, scratch the weird part, I’d dress expensively! That’s much better.
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I definitely understand that a change would either require a cut in pay or additional training (or both!) to accomplish. It's so hard to first choose WHAT to go and do. I admire your move into something that helps others. I feel like I don't contribute much to others in this here enterprise! (Comment this)