Work?
I forgot about work. Working-outside-of-the-home work. I work — I write; I get paid little or nothing for it. (Note to self: Put up PayPal button in hopes that people will donate to the cause. The cause being: Me and My Entertaining Self.) I watch the kids; I get paid in lovebucks. I am married; because of this I am well-shod, like a prize horse. He has also been known, my husband, to take me for dinner and a night on the town.
But a real job? Where you fill out paperwork and a W-4, and have to call your husband about how many deductions to claim (because when I work, we lose money. What with daycare, and taxes, and the cost of gas, etc. etc. ad nauseum) and it’s all a little baffling? That kind of work I haven’t done in three years. Yes, that’s right — he also had to do a Google map search for me so I could figure out where I was going. (Thanks, hon.)
Even though this is an employer I have worked for before, and I know where the building is. I actually had to go to two buildings, located ten minutes apart. I knew where both buildings were. I just spaced. Oh, please, like that never happens to you? I needed my husband to hold my (virtual) hand and walk me through this. Pathetic!
I cannot give you many details about my job or workplace, because in the words of the almighty Dooce: “Be ye not so stupid.” And don’t get dooced, fer Chrissake. I will tell you the following, and I will tell you in bullets:
* Someone nice is watching after the kids.
* There is a Baja Fresh by my work and I got a salad from there on the way home.
* I am now at home, after a hard day spent watching
* It is a full-time, temporary job. It may lead to something. It may not.
* There is a sign in the bathroom at work that says, “Please flush the toilet after each use. Thank you.”
I may xerox this sign, on company time, and bring home two copies to post in my own bathrooms. Thank you.
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Love the sign in the bathroom. Where I work (a software factory), I want to put a sign on the door that says “Wash your hands before returning to work; you are handling somebody’s code!”
I’m amazed how many well-educated humans grow to adulthood without mastering basic hygiene.
Welcome back to the working world, WackyMommy, and maybe you’ll have to change the blog name to WackyWorkerBee?
May 8th, 2007 | #
Ah cool, now you’re Worker Mommy too – well sorta of. WackyWorkerMommy has a nice ring to it.
Welcome back to the workforce. Now all you need is a private office were you can blog all day! That will take
away some of the sting of not being able to work from home.
May 8th, 2007 | #
Good luck on the new job!
A joke for you:
Knock-knock.
Who’s there?
HIPAA.
HIPAA-who?
Can’t tell ya.
May 8th, 2007 | #