So, yeah, I did give my notice of resignation to my “day gig” yesterday. My last day is November 23. But I’ve also been moonlighting as a marketing coordinator for my friend’s business and I’ll be going back to work for him after a brief what I’ll call maternity leave. My “W-9 job,” as I affectionately refer to it, doesn’t have benefits, insurance or a 401k plan, but I enjoy the work. And the best part: I can do this job from home. No 40 minute commute, no paying a day care 800 bucks a month to raise my kid for me, no feigning interest in my coworkers’ inane anecdotes. At this point, I really don’t know if it’s long term or temporary, but I’ll take what I can get.
I know you guys were dying to get three posts a day from me, diatribes about the toils of being a full-time mommy and recipes for wholesome homemade baby food, but tough titties. It will be enough of a struggle trying to raise the kid, work, run and drink beer every day without also trying to juggle a blog that still isn’t paying for itself.
All right, enough of that. Let’s talk about what you all really came here to talk about today:
jesus christ what’s that SMELL? HOW IT’S NOVEMBER 1 AND YOU SIMPLY CANNOT BELIEVE IT.
Not a month goes by that some blogger isn’t shocked that another month has gone by.
I guess I can look forward to another round of sanctimonious blog posts about being thankful? As if you are the only thankful person on the planet and the rest of us, if it weren’t for your supreme guidance, would just sit around being selfish, ungrateful shitheads? (To be fair, I will either way.) I have yet to see a prolific, eloquent or even remotely unique blog post about being thankful that didn’t reek of “NOVEMBER = THANKFUL POST! INSTANT BLOG CONTENT!” (But if you know of any and like proving people wrong on the internet, please send them my way.)
I don’t have anything else to tell you right now except that I got five hours of sleep last night and there is a human foot poking up under my rib cage.