Working Girl

I have returned the land of the gainfully and respectably employed. I started work on Wednesday and worked a whole 16 hours last week. I dressed in my new “big girl” clothes (referring to “grown-up” clothes not “fat-girl” clothes), brushed my hair, wore shinny high-heeled shoes and commuted to and from downtown each day. It was a little bit weird actually. I haven’t done anything even close to that for almost two years. I had my brother take a picture of me on my first day of work, but it turned out with me looking really weird so I’ll refrain from subjecting you to it.

On top of that I met with a temp agency Friday morning to try and find little things here and there to get a little extra cash, meet different people and basically keep myself out of trouble. (Idle hands being the devils tool and all.) It isn’t for sure, but they might have a ten-week placement for me working 27 hours each week. It pays above average for a temp job and would let me meet a lot of people because I would be a receptionist-type person in an office busy with many clients. If it comes through I would go from being a shiftless, bored, underemployed massage therapist to working two jobs for a total of 43 hours a week.

I’m actually looking forward to it. I’ll have some long days (8am – 7pm most days) but after so many months of feeling rather idle, I’m eager to be busy. I also figure that if I’m busy busy busy working then it will distract me a little bit from missing my Christopher. I’m also eager to be making money so I can add to the “house fund” savings account my Christopher and I started January 1. In any case, it is only for ten weeks and even if it is most awful, I can get through ten weeks.