I know, I know, we’re in a recession. There’s a shortage of jobs out there.
I think it may be my fault.
I can’t stop signing up to do things. I just came this [ ] close to initiating myself into making thousands daily by becoming a freelance writer in my own home. For the low low price of a mere $69.95 if you act now. It was the old ego that caused me to click on the link. I would write more if people paid me, right? But I’m not paying them, now; that would just be nonsense. Right?
So, alas, no additional job opportunity for me.
Instead I remain faithfully driving all across Hampton Roads, Virginia Beach, Chesapeake & NAWfik to various and asundry Hardee’s and grading their cashiers, cooks and managers for BOGO sausage biscuits & reimbursement. Shhh don’t tell…it’s a secret.
AND also driving to numerous public and parochial schools teaching elementary students how to use a pipette. (SQUEEZE while hovering in the air. Place into beaker of water. UNSQUEEZE (I’d like to trademark that word, please) slowly and do not I repeat do NOT squirt your lab partner or pipette go bye bye)).
AND trekking daily to Spring Branch Community Church to change sets & props so that Macy Mixer can spring to life each weekend and help kids learn about Jesus.
AND long-term substitute teaching Special Ed down the street for the final 2 weeks of school if my fingerprints come back “clean.” What are the chances of THAT?
AND Pampering Chefs across the neighborhood/city/state/world. Maybe THIS will motivate me to clean out the pantry? And cook an actual meal for my OWN family??
Not to mention negotiating referee jobs/babysitting/party planning/event security for my teens & tweens.
It’s all good in the hood. Like they say, “If you love what you do, you’ll never work a day in your life.”
Pass the bon bons. I’ll take “She Works Hard For The Money” for 1000 Alex.