hambrienta pero contenta pt 1_work
(FYI TMI By hambrienta, I mean sexually. Not actually hungry, not after eating two packets of "healthy" cookies. I am, obviously, still single.)
This morning, I called out sick for the mere fact that I had not done so in a very long time. I'm a night owl and a morning person, kinda, but lately I've accepted that I can't get to bed before 12. When I lived with Ro, I could get to bed at 12, even 11 or 11:30, and sleep. But now, it's 12 minimum, more likely 2, and it takes awhile to get to sleep. Work starts between 7 and 8:30.
Mercy shined down and my other 2 classes were cancelled, including my first class with my new job, at an online school for Liverpool dept. store employees, only it's in person. It'd be sweet -- public health care, a working visa, no running around and an actual teaching program -- except I fear the commute might kill me. Can't do it on bike, for one.
It's time to move on, and I've got a couple other job prospects. The thought of going home isn't so terrifying anymore, but I still don't want to do it until May. Or later.
This morning, I called out sick for the mere fact that I had not done so in a very long time. I'm a night owl and a morning person, kinda, but lately I've accepted that I can't get to bed before 12. When I lived with Ro, I could get to bed at 12, even 11 or 11:30, and sleep. But now, it's 12 minimum, more likely 2, and it takes awhile to get to sleep. Work starts between 7 and 8:30.
Mercy shined down and my other 2 classes were cancelled, including my first class with my new job, at an online school for Liverpool dept. store employees, only it's in person. It'd be sweet -- public health care, a working visa, no running around and an actual teaching program -- except I fear the commute might kill me. Can't do it on bike, for one.
It's time to move on, and I've got a couple other job prospects. The thought of going home isn't so terrifying anymore, but I still don't want to do it until May. Or later.