Quiz: Guess Who?The job is fine, I don't mean to say boring, because I actually like it. Most of it is work that I'm familiar with and comfortably in my skill set, which keeps the stress low even as the workload ramps up. But 9 hours in an office is not quite the rich and diverse life I was taking for granted up until now.
Drive, work, drive, make dinner, eat, wash dishes, wash children, read stories or FHE, family prayer/scripture/song, tuck ins (generally involving "Mommy why do you have to go to work?" conversations), maybe weed, go to bed.
That's pretty much it, folks, I've put in my blog entry for yesterday, today and probably every work week from here on out. It is a little sad when a person no longer owns her own time, but a blessing nonetheless--it's that "exchange value" Marx talked about in the little red book. It's not as fulfilling as "use value," but, as Marx didn't say, it pays the bills. (That would be the bebearded Marx-of-the-crazy-afro above.)
PS. BTW, I'm not a communist, even though some of you may think so because of my political leanings. xoxoxo
