Petite Clown and Boy Blue have been sporting the overflowingsnotnose that goes with fussy and sick babies.
Guess who is now sick?
I went home from both of my jobs early today and am about to hit the sack for the night. It is another early day that this sick girl must make herself get up out of bed at half past five in the morning to join the other customer service slaves around the world.
I am looking forward to Florida more and more each day. I really want to do something in my life that makes me happy.
I want to be a professional and not a worker. By this I mean that I want to do a job that is not like work. I want to go into work each day and not watch the clock breaking the work day down into smaller easier to take doses. The first dose is the time I must work until my first break. The second dose is the time until lunch and the third dose is until my second break and then my final dose is until I can go home. For me it is much nicer to take the day in these smaller doses of work.
The difference is that when I teach I never look at the clock unless it is to get the kids to the next scheduled event like gym, music or home. I think about lessons even when I am at home or at the store on my own time. I am literally never off the clock because for me it is not work. It is a profession. It is a love.
I miss that.
Oh, well. I am going to hit the hay and catch some z’s so that I will be ready for my next work day all cut up into small doses of tolerable amounts of time.