Little Miss Busy
When I was wishing for a real job, I forgot about expenses like gas and makeup, aggravations like wearing pantyhose and shoes that aren’t flip-flops, and working in a building where you have a ridiculous little crush on somebody and you have absolutely no occasion to run into them and all you can do is try to figure out how to stage a meeting (like you did a few days ago, clever girl).
Yep, here we go again. 🙂
Anyway, I read a great blog entry today that stuck with me, as I come home exhausted and have to fire up the piece-of-crap computer for other endeavors. Of course, I’ve gotten my side workload down to near-nothing. Which means the pay is down the toilet too, but it leaves me more time to unwind and daydream about boys and such.
From an entry called “Every Little Thing”:
“EVERYTHING you do, no matter how unimportant it might seem to other people, should speak as a reflection of who you are and what is important to you. For me, that’s God. For you, it may be something else. The point is, if it is worth your time to do it, you should do it well, in a way that speaks to who you are. And what’s more, if you don’t have time to do it well because by the time you get there you are too sleepy to enjoy it or complete the task, what good is it?”
Too sleepy … can I get an amen?
The post is so honest — I swear, I need to be friends with the ladies who write that blog. I too hate to disappoint everyone and not avail myself. Because the opportunities will dry up and it will be because I didn’t have the time/energy to accommodate them. On the other hand, I don’t like to half-ass things, and lately I’m trying to put two half-assed efforts together to make one complete pudgy pork-roast ass. And that ain’t cuttin’ it.
I was talking to an officemate today about pay cuts, as we both took a step back both in title and compensation from our last formal gigs. But what’s also true for both of us is that we also worked from home from the past year, so what we’re doing now is a HUGE step up in comparison to that.
Funny how our brains like to let us forget sometimes where we really were. He ran his own business and told me that you’ve never truly run a company till you’ve sweated payroll. I guess I had the other side of that equation — you’ve never worked for a small company till you sweated THEM making payroll.
I’m still waiting for a check, by the way. A big one. But this holiday I give thanks for being rid of the “Va Twins” (whom I called Vajayjay and Vagina), and there ain’t no amount of money that made dealing with them worthwhile.
And while I’d never wish ill on anyone, but when that business gets thisclose to making it but it seems like there’s always something holding them back, I wonder if any of them will remember me and wonder if maybe the reason they never managed to get God’s best might have had something to do with the things they said and did to me that made me shut down and walk away.
Probably not. But I like to wonder. I mean, what else do I have to do during the 70-odd miles I spend in the car every day? Other than think about the boy, of course. … 😉