I happily start my new job on Monday. As excited and grateful as I am, there is a small part of me that is sad. You see, I haven't had a full-time job in over 3 1/2 years and I've been desperately in search of one since October. Needless to say I've been sleeping in, staying up late, reading for pleasure and generally lazing about for quite a while. As such, there is a part of me that is mourning the inevitable loss of my "free time." When will I ever be able to spend an entire weekday reading one of The Twilight Saga novels? When will I ever be able to drink a martini at 4pm while making a yummy hot dish for dinner? When will I ever be able to spend hours running after the dog, shaking the lunker out of trees, while the sun is at it's shining height?
Yes, yes, we all get vacation time, but with a husband like Todd such time is equivalent to gold and is used only while traveling in foreign countries (I think Thailand is next).
I bid you au revoir, my dear free time, I do so hope we will meet again.
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So true and so sad - back to the world of the working stiffs. If only we had been born trust fund babies...
Just teach! Then you can sip martinis at 4 p.m. and read for fun all summer long (and for two weeks at Christmas and a week in the spring).
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