homebody

after graduating from college in 2008, i didn't really work for about four months.  i putzed around, feeling like a total loser, working at a dead-end, although pretty awesome, editorial internship, and eventually "landing" (as if it were a huge coup) a job at a high-end baby boutique (where i learned all about $80 cashmere onesies and culver city douche bags).  after about two months of selling little giraffe blankets to tori spelling and mark wahlberg, i took a leave of absence to raise kittens, thinking it would pull me out of my misery.  in actuality, it simply made me more insane.

so, my unemployment/dissatisfied employment track record is pretty grim.  as lazy and contrary as i am, i really do function best when i'm crazy busy.  i whined a lot when i was working 10 hour days at the dig and going to school and taking osteology and omg i wanted to die, but secretly, inside, i was functioning at prime levels.  i'm notorious for packing my schedule so full i double book and loving it.  (don't try to make plans with me.  ever.)  thus, only having the commitment of night classes twice a week is freaking me out.

granted, i love having time at home.  luke's not working regular hours at the moment, so he's home with me, which is amazing.  we've been making dinners, keeping the house together, having movie marathons and trying to get the cats to love us again, despite the fact that they want to resent us for the rest of their lives for bringing a dog into the house (i've been baiting them with lots of delicious people foods, which appears to be working).  i've also been getting ahead in my reading for school and dreaming up lots of crafting empire plans that will never be realized because i'll never have the money to invest in them.  and, i've sworn not to lose my gourd and adopt any more animals.  really.  i got an email two days ago about a beautiful homeless orange tabby and i ignored it.  i'm getting stronger.

still, all in all, i would trade the endless summer for a moderately fulfilling job that at least made me feel like wasting hours doing bullshit was worth something (even if it's only $10 an hour).