Where's My Cheese?

It's sorta rainy and gloomy over Frog Pond Holler this morning. It would have felt great to stay in bed. I almost did, turning off my alarm and drifting back to sleep until 7:30, forcing me to do the mad rush to get here on time this morning.

Can't be late and take a chance at pissing off Mr. Sunshine Bloomers.

I've not felt motivated to write much lately, in case you were wondering. I've been in a funk, of sorts. My work funk, because I've caved and given up on the job search.

Ya'll just take a deep breath. I know that one's hard to swallow.

Here's the thing,  looking for a new job was an all consuming task. It was stressing me out, causing frustration and with Ma, trying to get my newly discovered ailments under control and ya know.. life in the holler..I just gave up.

I've done a lot of soul searching and come to the conclusion that I don't really want a new job. I don't really want a job at all. I want to buy a camper, stick it in the yard next to the trailer and use it as a shop where I can sew crap, moosh clay and be close by to look after Ma.

That is my goal in life... pathetic as it sounds.

I don't want to deal with Bossholios, PGs or Cranky McBitchypants customers. I don't want to be humiliated or embarrassed, to feel controlled or manipulated.

I'm tired of working for "the man" ya'll.

My funkafied mood hasn't been much better at home. It's a depressing place, with Ma moping around, banging her walker down the hallway at dinner time and the growing mess that's strewn from one end to the other. The whole house is a disaster. There is not one surface where there's not a pile of something.

And it smells.

I'm thinking about taking some time off just to clean house, which isn't fair because God knows I need a real vacation but I'm afraid it's the only way it's going to get done.

I guess what I'm trying to say is... AAAAAAAARRRRRGGGGGGGGHHHHH WHINE WHINE WHINE AAAAAAAARRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGHHHHH.

Ya'll have a good one. We'll talk again soon.

Later Taters.






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