I had a kick-ass interview today at 10:00 am, a short 23.5 miles away. A perfect job. A job is fabulously perfect when you read the ad and think: I could do that. And that. And I can do that, and that too! Like matching winning lottery numbers. Check, check, check! And it’s part-time! And tele-commute! And pay is somewhat normal. Okay, maybe not normal, normal, but definitely more than most.
Schools Closed. Snow Day #4
Snow days make working from home hell. I so wish I had an office to go to in order to escape kids lounging on the couch, ignoring laundry, fighting, spilling food, and acting as if they have a Snow Day From School. The nerve. Because I don’t. This is when my worlds collide and I don’t like it one bit. My part-time working life, the one that allows me to