Today I made a big decision, I reduced my hours at my second job so much that I effectively quit..sort of. I will still work a few Epcor events, and the occasional Saturday, but my working four nights per week is done. Finished. Finito. Done. Gonzo. Katputskies. Sort of. I still have the nightmare called February to deal with, but it's a short month, and I intend to mark big red X's on each day until it's over. They say March is the cruelest month, but my plan for March is a CELEBRATION! Party at my house! Bring pasta!
Reducing my stress levels and regaining my mental clarity are far more important than the little extra money this job is giving me. I cannot remember the last time I:
1. Read a book
2. Bought a CD
3. Spent a Saturday with a friend
4. Had any significant time with Quincy that I wasn't sleeping?
5. Wrote
6. Did any crafts
7. Cleaned my house
I'm so tired these days that when I do get a rare day off, all I want to do is sleep. What kind of living is that?
Proud of me? I'm sure Mr. Squishypants is. And I'm sure I'll still have enough money to keep him in cookies.
2 comments:
I am very proud of you Sweetie!
You worked two jobs...OMG...you must be soooo tired, no wonder you reduced your hours at the 2nd one:( Hey...what cd did you buy??
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