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I don't want to achieve immortality through my work... I want to achieve through not dying.
--Woody Allen
I know it has been a long time since I have posted last. A lot of events have occurred but I will cover them sometime later.
There is something that is bothering me right now. It has started to get to me, really get to me.
For some reason there are people out there that think that I really enjoy staying home. They believe I am leaving off my husband (in witch I am, but damn I got a reason!), go shopping, watch TV all day (when I don't even have cable to watch TV all day), go to lunch with other unemployed house wives. Well that has really starting to piss me off.
Less then two years ago, I worked over 70 hours a week for months! Not a week or two, for months. I started working full time when I was 14 and worked full time until last year. I know what it is like darlings; I know what it is like to have a nasty boss, to manage a team of people, to have your own business. Been there done that. There are unfortunate reasons why I don't currently work and I presume most of you have already figured it out if you didn't know. I cannot tell you how excruciatingly hard it was for me at first to get use to idea that I cannot work full time; I have always worked and supported myself. I was so depressed that I wasn't able to do what I was best at, to fulfill myself professionally, my work has always gave me such drive, and I have lost it. It wasn't easy to get use to that idea. Leaning on my husband was odd and unusual.
So before you are ready to pass your judgments, think, really think. Maybe you are the one who wants to be in my shoes, and I am the one who wants to be in yours. But you know what; also consider yourself lucky enough that you have enough strength and vitality to work, to do what you like because not everyone has that previlage.
--Woody Allen
I know it has been a long time since I have posted last. A lot of events have occurred but I will cover them sometime later.
There is something that is bothering me right now. It has started to get to me, really get to me.
For some reason there are people out there that think that I really enjoy staying home. They believe I am leaving off my husband (in witch I am, but damn I got a reason!), go shopping, watch TV all day (when I don't even have cable to watch TV all day), go to lunch with other unemployed house wives. Well that has really starting to piss me off.
Less then two years ago, I worked over 70 hours a week for months! Not a week or two, for months. I started working full time when I was 14 and worked full time until last year. I know what it is like darlings; I know what it is like to have a nasty boss, to manage a team of people, to have your own business. Been there done that. There are unfortunate reasons why I don't currently work and I presume most of you have already figured it out if you didn't know. I cannot tell you how excruciatingly hard it was for me at first to get use to idea that I cannot work full time; I have always worked and supported myself. I was so depressed that I wasn't able to do what I was best at, to fulfill myself professionally, my work has always gave me such drive, and I have lost it. It wasn't easy to get use to that idea. Leaning on my husband was odd and unusual.
So before you are ready to pass your judgments, think, really think. Maybe you are the one who wants to be in my shoes, and I am the one who wants to be in yours. But you know what; also consider yourself lucky enough that you have enough strength and vitality to work, to do what you like because not everyone has that previlage.