You're Fired--Again

Friday night I received a text message of all things, telling me that my second job had come to an end.  I knew that it would be ending soon, so it didn't necessarily come as a surprise.  I had certainly wished it had lasted longer.  I do love making extra money and until I figure something else out, the bills are going to be tight.  I'm back into some delightful credit card debt.  Always fun to be stuck in that rut.


I've applied with an online retailer for their night and weekend customer service position.  Unfortunately because I have a full time job and a doggo, the second job has to be remote.  I can't stand the idea of leaving the doggo by herself all day and all night.  It's not right.  She has enough separation anxiety as it is.  Hell, so do I.  My savings should cover the minimum credit card stuff for about five months. 


This also means that I can't really go out any old time like I wanted to.  Honestly, I couldn't before either.  It's why I'm in debt up to my eyeballs in the first place. 


On the bright side of things, until I have the second job, I'll have the time to do all the things that I wanted to do but never had time for.  Catch up with the giant pile of to be read books, finish my Rosetta Stone for Spanish and start the French one.  Write for you.  Write one of the fourteen novels in my head.  Write write write.  Get the podcasts going.  I feel like there are a million things to do.  All I really want to do though, is nap.  Is that so wrong?  Sleep, read, watch TV, eat, repeat.


I want to write, but I don't want to write.  I just want to work.  Work keeps the thinking away.  I could exercise more.  I'll certainly endeavor to do so.  I can't remain this weight, that's for certain.  Not only is it unhealthy, it's just uncomfortable now.  It didn't used to be.  I guess that's what getting up to nearly 300 pounds does to you.  Makes you lazier and lethargic and uncomfortable. 


We'll see how it goes.  Maybe the blog will hit it big and you'll pay me to write.  Right?  Ha!