Leave Your Brains At Home
1. I'd like to note, as an avid Jack Sparrow fan, the title of this post has nothing to do with the pic.
2. It has everything to do with my new job search.
3. Because we've had unexpected medical expenses out the wazoo the last few months and gas is eating us alive, and because people don't come out to eat and leave good tips when they need that money for their gas tank, I'm not bringing in enough from my current job.
4. Instead of working extra night shifts and making sure my family never sees me, I'm looking for a day job. Part time. Receptionist.
5. Given that I have a college degree, experience in running my own business, and 16 years of customer service under my belt, I'm over-qualified for that position but I want a job where I can depend on the hours and the check and leave it at the door when I go home.
6. I need all my mental energy for writing.
7. I was explaining my job search to the Scientist and he asked what a receptionist does.
8. I told him.
9. His response: "Wow. That would be perfect for you. You wouldn't have to think."
10. Well. Thanks. I think.
11. Of course, working during the day (even part time) means the rest of my day has to be super structured so I can manage dinner, homework, housework, family time, and writing.
12. I am soooo not the Queen of Structure so this will be interesting.
13. I'm hoping interesting isn't a euphemism for Hey Look! She's Crashed And Burned!
14. Yesterday, my little Sunday school class started an animated discussion of pockets and eagerly lined up to show me their respective pockets and any treasures contained within.
15. One little girl was wearing a dress and was quite disappointed to be pocket-less.
16. I remember how much I loved pockets in dresses when I was little...once I figured out what they were.
17. My mom sewed many of my dresses for me and one Sunday, I was wearing a new creation (purple, flowers, ribbons...very girly) with pride. I marched around my Sunday school class, showing everyone my new dress until I discovered, with HORROR, that my mother had inexplicably neglected to finish sewing the dress.
18. There were holes in the seams on both sides of my hips right where any particularly observant child would be able to spot my Wonder Woman underoos.
19. Yes, I wore underoos beneath my girl dresses. I've always been a super hero in disguise.
20. Anway, I clamped my arms tightly to my sides and refused to move them for the rest of the morning. Not for games. Not for crafts. Not even for snack. I was a stick with legs.
21. My mom got an earful from me the second we left the building. (How could you forget to sew the dress? My secret identity could have been revealed to everyone!) She explained pockets to me and from that point on, I insisted on having pockets in every dress she made for me.
23. Either that entire segment was fun and fascinating to you, or your eyes have rolled back in your head, and you are now contemplating sticking toothpicks into your sinuses just for something interesting to do.
24. READER QUESTION: What was your secret identity as a child?