Life has changed again. In a good way. In the best way. Here’s how: I discovered that I have severe anxiety, which is what I get for making fun of Mae’s dog all of these years (though, I will not be joining him in chewing up the couch or eating shoes anytime soon).
I know, it doesn’t sound good, but it has prompted me to pursue paths I would normally not have taken. I suppose I should back up a bit since my last blog post has me sitting at 911. Well, I quit. Too many 16-hour shifts for my liking. I got a job at LPS as a Payroll Secretary. I stayed on part-time at 911 until the beginning of this year, at which point I felt like I didn’t know what was going on there anymore so I quit again (yes, twice in a year’s time). Welp, as it turns out, I hated being a Payroll Secretary. That job title translates into: most tedious, boring job that ever did exist. So I quit that job, too. Quitting is really easy if you want to do it. You just email your boss and say, “I quit.”
Now that you’re all caught up on my work life, here are some of the good things that have happened in the past couple of months:
-This. I have time to write again.
-I played the role of ‘Amanda from the College of College’ for Mae’s school skit.
-I have single-handedly undone years of neglect to my gardens.
-More people have visited me in the last 60 days than in the past couple years combined. I have also done a lot of visiting; I know it’s a 2-way street. Want a visit? Hit me up!
-I have grown my eBay business from pocket change to an almost equal income as my last job.
-My house is clean, though I still have Messy-house PTSD and panic when people show up. It’ll take some getting used to.
-Our pets are happier.
-Our kids are happier.
-I am happier.
-I am happier
Had to put that last one in twice because it just feels good to type.
I’m not sure what events had to take place and in what order exactly to prompt an emergency visit to my doctor’s office back in May. It could really be any number of traumatic things that have happened in my life. What I do know for sure is that I don’t like working for someone else. Believe it or not, I am an excellent boss. In fact, the most excellent boss I’ve ever had. There is no dress code, the hours are flexible and the pay is dependent on the amount of work put in. I have worked too many jobs for too many years that required me to continually work harder while receiving the same pay. **Disclaimer: 911 is null and void from the previous statement. I loved that job and they actually paid me accordingly.**
So, forward I tumble as I try to learn what does and doesn’t sell and when and how and why. I am, sadly, seeking part-time employment until my income becomes more reliable. I had the strangest job interview this morning and I’m really hoping they hire me. I have yet to interview for a job and not get it, minus ‘The One’ (Runza, age 15). Wish me luck! Or don’t. I won’t know either way.
I suppose I should throw in an update on the other Bigley’s since this is a blog about my family. Marsha, Marsha, Marsha! Mae is now a sophomore (gasp!) and she is spending her summer lifting weights, reading, teaching herself to play the trumpet and guitar, helping me with eBay stuff, mowing the yard and really doing anything and everything she can possibly find to do. Yeah, she’s a go-getter. Kyler is spending his summer doing none of that stuff except lifting weights. We’ve found that we can get him to come out of his room by softly whispering, “Wanna go swimming?” or “I have Oreos”. Kenny is working and planning some big stuff for the house. We are gearing up for a fantastic vacation but upon returning home, we will embark on building our first tornado shelter. By ourselves. Together. Thoughts and prayers, please.
I'll end this with a couple other things you missed out of during my dry-blog era.
Kenny started a fire:
Artie became a diva:
Now you're all caught up and I'm going on vacation.
