So this week I started a new part time job. It doesn’t pay all that well—it’s part time—less than unemployment—so not really what I was hoping for. Let me stop you before what most people want to say here comes out. I KNOW it is better than nothing, and I’m thankful to have it. I’m a little down that it turned out to be the only option made available to me, but that happens. I’m discouraged and not happy about it. It will be tough on us right now but it is something. I won’t look a gift horse in the mouth.
(Well maybe just a peek. Come here Sarah Jessica Parker.)
The position is one of those low paying jobs that still make you wear fancy dress up clothes.
(Not a fan of that part even if I apparently look “adorable.”)
So after a pretty impressively bad start to my first day (a post to come later,) I returned home tired.
I slunk home with my lovely wifebot (thank Zeus for her!) desperate to just get into the apartment and onto the couch. I ditched my bag and my blazer—
(Yes I have to wear a blazer.)
(A navy blue one if you care to know.)
—before I even got in the car. I tossed them in the backseat and slumped into the front. It’s been over a year since I’ve had to be on my feet for 8 hours. Once at the apartment I made a beeline for the couch and my kitties.
The wifebot readied herself/headed off to see Britney Spears.
The next day she (the wife not Britney Spears) didn’t have to be to work till noon. As we drank coffee I grabbed my blazer and said:
“How come this doesn’t have real pockets?”
She was confused by this question. So I showed her you know by sticking my hands in the pockets that weren’t really pockets. The pockets wouldn’t open and as she took the blazer from me I couldn’t help but think “this miniature bread, I’ve been working with for about half an hour and can’t figure it out.”
(Hooray movie reference I hope at least one person gets!)
Gently as if realizing that she may have been better of marrying the guy from Life Goes On than me she explained they were sewn shut. As she did this I really could not keep the scene from “This is Spinal Tap” with Nigel’s confusion about the little bread from popping into my head fully.
I was that guy.
(Well not that guy but you know THAT GUY.)
What can I say I’m not use to dressing all fancy, well in dressy clothes that aren’t from the thrift store that is.
As a special treat my incredibly lame-o looking id photo: