Working Full Time and Imagining the Beach

I’m sorry it has been a week since I last gave you every intimate detail about our lives here in the climate/season confused mountains. This past week I began training for a big girl full time job. It’s been 8 to 5 every day, which Dolly Parton never prepared me for.

I successfully put together so far five awesome outfits. I’ve discovered (yes this early on) that being dressed well makes me feel better about working in a cubical or sitting through an eight hour training session. Kudos for me I guess. Eventually, I’ll post pictures of my daily outfits. I like getting to brag about my cheap, but totally awesome style. 

After eight months of being at home with the time to take a few classes, rearrange furniture eight different times, write wedding thank you notes, etc. my immune system grew comfortable with my super bleached and lyscol’d surroundings. It did not come as a surprise to me that by Wednesday of my first week I was plagued with the worst cold I’ve ever had. I was living on cough drops and Day Quil until Friday morning rolled around and I could not-literally-move. Embarrassingly enough I called in on my first week of training. (Count me out for a promotion) Oh well. 

Things I’ve learned so far: Our school offers a lot of degrees. Cool. Also, you shouldn’t use your coffee thermos you won on your Royal Caribbean cruise as a means of telling yourself “If you work hard, get paid, you can save up for a cruise!” The truth is all that mug says to you is “Hey, while you’re in this drab, undecorated training room there are people out exploring the Cayman’s with cold drinks in their hands.” I’ve learned too that you should not exceed four cups of coffee before 10 am or coworkers begin to think you are either (1) pregnant because you have to pee every thirty minutes or (2) hung-over. 

This evening Adam and I both opened the refrigerator to plan dinner and both let out a deep sigh of exhaustion. Suddenly I understand how my mom felt after a long day of work, but had to come home to face chores, more children, and dinner. It amazes me that after a week of work I’m even more in love with the idea that I am totally cool with being a stay at home mom. I’m willing to sacrifice a bigger house, a nicer couch, and maybe one less pair of shoes in order to make sure that we can live comfortably in the place that are supposed to rest. And maybe I could focus on my blog and dream company. You know there are women selling pillows for $80 on etsy? Yes, people buy them. 

So that’s a bit about my work experience after the first week. I just don’t know how people do it. Work all week and are still full time students. Heck, I don’t know how people work all week. 

P.S. We’re eating potatoes for dinner because that’s all we feel like cooking. 

Couldn't resist.