I keep wanting to post about how I survived my first week of work but then I realize that the week IS NOT OVER.
I wanted to do it yesterday...Tuesday. yeah.
I thought about it again today. Surely the week is almost over, isn't it?
Uh, that would be a big no.
It's not that work has been hard.
As a matter of fact the people all seem very nice and the training has been fun and easy so far.
(I'm quite sure the actual work will be less easy at least in the beginning once we start doing that...very soon)
It's just that I haven't spent this many hours outside of my house in a very long time.
I leave by 7:30 most days.
Today happened to be a monthly meeting that starts at 7:00 so I had to leave the house by 6:30 and I had terrible insomnia last night so that was awesome.
I get home around 5:30.
Today Frank asked if I was ready for a big bunch of tomatoes to come out of the garden, because they are ripe.
Was I ready to can? Make tomato sauce?
Not gonna lie, that sounds exhausting.
And I have to figure out a way to get these men-folk to clean up the kitchen for Pete's sake!
Why is the counter covered in dishes all the time?
So many women work full time and have to deal with kids and the house etc.
Kudos to you gals because I. am. tired. so you must be exhausted!
As a matter of fact I work with a gal who is a single mom of 3.
Ok, that's all I've got in the whining department for today.