Life on My Own Terms

It’s tax season. The part-time job is eating me alive right now. Not really, instead my stress level about finishing the grad school application process, husband’s trip to Atlanta next week, the weather, and our pending kitchen work exhaust me. Add in trying to go to the gym and I’m toast.

I really shouldn’t complain. I’m thankful to have both jobs in my life. I don’t do the part-time for the money. I do it because it reminds me that I’m good at something other than sitting at a desk all day answering someone’s phone. It reminds me that quality client service is necessary and that it is done so poorly by so many organizations.

All of that aside – it’s 9:35 PM EST on a Thursday night. My eyes are bloodshot. I have a headache. I’ve sat at a computer for about 10 hours today. It’s time for bed.

G’night.

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