It’s Saturday morning. The laptop is on my lap. I am writing. I am taking time to write. I am not giving up on the idea that I can be a writer.
Yeah, so that’s what’s going on. It’s been a rough week. I found out that my hours at work are going be cut back during the summer. This is not a surprise, but it feels like yet another slap in the face. My husband wants me to find a full-time job, but there are not many opportunities for me in this town. If I weren’t married and I didn’t own a house I could do a nationwide search for a job. I could go anywhere and start an awesome life somewhere else. That’s not my situation.
AFK FOR PHONE CALL
I’m back. The call was from Ernie (aka, the husband). He informed me that he found me a job. I asked what it was. He said it was with a company that does travel arrangements for IU athletics. I say that sounds like an awful job.
I have, in the past, made travel arrangements for people and I didn’t like doing it. It’s stressful! You book a flight and then they decide they want to leave a day earlier, or later in the day. One woman I worked for didn’t like to be on small planes, so I had to figure out if I was putting her on a jet or not. What if I sent the basketball team to the wrong city? I say no thank you to arranging travel for other people.
He read off a few more job descriptions for me and I wasn’t interested because they were all clerical type jobs. I don’t want to be a secretary. I’ve done it, now it’s time to move on.
The next one he mentioned piqued my interest. It’s a marketing job mixed with some other stuff, so I thought they would want someone with a marketing background or degree. They don’t want that. I’m a little bit excited about the prospects of this one. I’m not going to go into detail here because I don’t want to jinx it. I don’t know if I really believe in jinxes, but I don’t want to jinx it. It seems too good to be true. I hope they like me.
Going back to the topic of having my hours reduced. I secretly liked this idea because it would give me more time to write. I could actually try and make money as a blogger. I revealed this secret to Ernie who didn’t like the idea. He doesn’t want to be homeless or some nonsense like that. So I resolved to either give up my dreams or carve out a time to write regularly.
So I got up early this morning (thanks to Sadie, who wouldn’t let me sleep). I got up early and I started catching up on the articles I’ve saved to read later in Instapaper. These articles are fodder for my other blog about my life in the digital realm. I finished a post I had begun working on last week and now I’m writing here. I can do it!
It’s almost 1:00. I have to do some grocery shopping for my Dad, so I’d better get dressed and get moving. I really should do some yoga today, not sure that can happen. I can probably squeeze in a couple of Downward Facing Dogs and a Warrior II.