Recovery

The last many days have been exhausting. I am still recovery from the 4th of July weekend, and not the good kind of recovery. I am so tired. I feel a little under the weather. I have a very early start to the day tomorrow. 5:30 comes early when I am the mom taxi, then to work. I have a few hours in the office, meetings, then back to the office to prep some catering.

Find me there. Throw all of your available tokens to me for vacation funds, cause I have had enough.

Actually, yes and no on the vacay funds.

I am so angry with the housing market where I live. If I would have been able to buy a house last year when I got back from Florida. If covid wouldn't have happened. If things were always just how we wanted them and never a ripple in any plan...as if though...I wouldn't have to keep doing this job I do. It has become so specialized that I don't even know where to go from here, but I am thinking gas station clerk would be fine.

I just want a tiny home, a garden, and a Bassett hound. I could give up this corporate nonsense and simplify my life, I could be happy. I really don't like what I do. It doesn't add value to my life. Lately it seems to only be detracting from the things that are important to me.

Taco Tom said to me the other night that he secretly couldn't wait for his restaurant to open so he could be a workahoic like me. My response...it's o.k. when it's you, and it's for YOUR dream. When it is me, and it doesn't really benefit me at all, it is just a character flaw.

Last week I missed an appointment with the mortgage lender, my weekly therapist appointment, seeing either of my kids at all, and them moving my step mom to a facility. For what? A 401k and vacation days? Apparently.

If I am being honest, the 2nd that I buy a house, I will probably work another year for the company I work for, but ask for a demotion, and settle into phone sex and camming while I garden and create art and pottery in my backyard with my Bassett hound named Bernie. That sounds just about perfect to me. Oh, and be up by 5 a.m. everyday to see the sunrise.

Find me in the office Thursday morning. Find me at home Friday night. Them nickels aren't going to earn themselves. :)