Or better yet, how many search phrases does it take to find a job description close enough even to apply to?
June Cleaver is a bit tired folks. Tired of being June. Mostly because she isn't June. No matter how she may try. Come on, me? June Cleaver? We all knew THAT wasn't going to work out, didn't we? I have enjoyed being at home with Dean, I will never deny that, nor would I ever want this time taken away. But I'm starting to feel trapped, like a caged animal. Sometimes I resent being at home.
Dean and I have our routine; up in the morning, breakfast, wrestle with him to PUT ON SOME DAMN CLOTHES ALREADY CHILD, and then we are off to the gym. After the gym, a quick shower, lunch and drop him off at preschool. That leaves me about 2 1/2 hours to clean, do laundry, tidy up the house (cause, uh, ever since I lost my job, the clothes and dishes never quite make it to where they used to...LIKE WHERE THEY ARE SUPPOSED TO BE PEOPLE!!!!!) before I pick up Dean and the madness starts again (sweet madness).
And I get that, I do, and I wouldn't mind if I wasn't supposed to TRY AND FIND A JOB AT THE SAME TIME! It's just simply impossible. It's simply....exhausting. And frustrating. My unemployment anniversary is coming up in about a week. Doesn't that call for champagne?
I'll admit, I'd never been unemployed before in my life before, and I truly thought when I was first let go that this stint was going to be about a 6 month vacation and no more. Damn was I wrong.
Chris never EVER hounds me to get a job. Not at all. But I know he'd like it, and we'd be allot better off, even if I could make 3/4 of what I used to. And that's the problem....taking a job that paid less would be pointless given the costs of gas, daycare, etc, and who the hell wants to hire someone with a Masters to cook your fries? Not many people.
Anyhow, enough bitching. June has a Super Bowl Sunday menu to work on.
And who the hell am I supposed to cheer for? (all I care about is my squares people!)