| Current mood: |  tired |
Once more I face life sans housewife
I have yet to completely escape the evil death grip of my last employer. Three weeks after my last day, they have yet to pay me for my last week of work, my mileage, or the 50 hours of vacation I accumulated in my short-but-not-nearly-short-enough tenure.
Now that I have the new job, I still haven’t decided if I should go back and make my entire journal friends only. I like the idea of having unprotected entries, but I’m also a tad concerned one of my clients might uncover my journal. I guess there’s nothing too racy for them to discover, but I still prefer for my personal life to remain cloaked by the shroud of professionalism. It gives me an air of mystique that I’m incapable of pulling off in real life.
Maureen returned to school/work this week. I miss my housewife. A lot. Enough to seriously consider trying to survive on one income. But my little missy wants to remain a working woman, so a working woman she will be!
I missed two days at the gym in a row.* :(
My iPod is really great. No wonder Apple is making a killing. For some reason, I have become obsessed with the song Chicago by Sufjan Stevens. It is at the top of my most played list now.
*I publicly announce this in hopes that the ensuing shame will motivate me to get back on track.
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