Thanks for the fish

Dare I say what I’m actually thinking? Which is “don’t mind if I do.” This very weekend I said to J “I wish I’d get laid off so I could work on my book and do my gardening.” As if the universe answered my request, the last 2 days at work have had some strange omens, including my boss’s boss asking everyone in my little department to fill out sheets that detailed what our workflow was and what types of work did we do by percentages (for example, 80% crap work, 15% semi-crap work, and 5% non-crap work).

Honestly… I’d be fine if I got laid off. And yes, I do secretly hope for it. I’m getting sick of the people I work with. It’s summer in Maine and I’d rather not spend 11 hours of my waking time commuting and sitting in a cube farm. I have “emergency savings” and as silly as I’m sure it seems, I do really want to work on this novel. Do I think I’ll make a million dollars on it? No, I don’t. But I’d like to try anyway. I’m financially responsible, I’ve already figured out how much my bills cost each month (so I’m not a drain on my husband) and I have plenty of savings to carry me for at least 5 months, though in reality, much longer. So I just dare you to fire me! HA!

Besides… I’ve been unemployed before and even though it was a horrible, demoralizing experience, at least I’m not totally afraid of it now. Before, I was terrified at the prospect of not bringing in money. Now, I know we could handle it financially and I know I would eventually find a way to make money. People have been in worse situations and survived. Which brings me to my sister, who is in just that type of situation. She just quit her rather well paying job, for the second time, because it makes her totally miserable. Dumb? Perhaps. But I suppose life has a way of working itself out. And there’s always our parents to help out. : ) Happy Mother’s Day, Mom! (except I’m the only one who currently knows).

Well, time to get the cookies out of the oven. It’s cold and raining and I’m saying to hell with exercise! Bah!