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having a job is craaazy. I can't keep track of all the chores at home or what different responsibilities happen each day of the week.
I haven't made quota yet this week -- mis-added tonight and thought I had $105 when I actually had $85. Damn. I was canvassing Boulder, too, so I thought it'd be totally lucrative. It depends on the neighborhood. Last night in Englewood was only $31. Ick!
Anyway, I'm sweaty and tired and sunscreen-sticky. I hate getting home so late... and getting to work so late. It means my mornings are wasted, because I suck at being productive before noon. Still, it pays the bills.
Bedtime for me. Swimming with Emma again tomorrow.
I haven't made quota yet this week -- mis-added tonight and thought I had $105 when I actually had $85. Damn. I was canvassing Boulder, too, so I thought it'd be totally lucrative. It depends on the neighborhood. Last night in Englewood was only $31. Ick!
Anyway, I'm sweaty and tired and sunscreen-sticky. I hate getting home so late... and getting to work so late. It means my mornings are wasted, because I suck at being productive before noon. Still, it pays the bills.
Bedtime for me. Swimming with Emma again tomorrow.