As I sit here waiting for Babboo to finish his shower, I am dreading, DREADING, going to work. For those of you that don't know or haven't read a single post here, I work in retail. I have to deal with every center of the universe who are "always right." It has taken it's toll on me. I have been in retail for 16+ years, yes 16! The holiday time when you are spending time with family or having a summer party I am at work, hating life, adding to my wrinkles and gray hair.
I continue to look for a new job outside of retail, something I will, at least, semi-enjoy, something that allows me to enjoy some holidays, and something that pays the bills. I would love to work for myself. Babboo asked, "can't you do something crafty and sell it?" Sure (as I think to myself, I'm Martha Fucking Stewart) I could do that, but do you think it would pay the bills, or even touch paying for insurance? Yeah, me neither.
So at the conclusion of this post, I will spend some time looking for a job, like I do everyday, only to be frustrated when the listing says, "100 years of experience needed, must speak 3 languages, must work nights, weekends, and holidays. This is a part-time job that pays minimum wage." Then I must get ready to spend 1-11pm in hell.