Oh, and, late to the job talk party but I wanted to add that there's a lot to be said for having a job that you can put your heart into while you're doing it and leave behind (for the most part) when you're not in the office.
Spike's Bitches 40: Buckle Up, Kids! Daddy's Puttin' the Hammer Down.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
but at least I have the energy to do schoolwork, enjoy my home, my husband, and my life outside of work as much as possible. Not to say there's stuff here that doesn't anny the shit out of me on a regular basis. But it's much easier to shrug it off.
This? This right here? Is what I need to find.
I had a dream the other night that I as talking to Boss and when I smiled at him, one of my teeth BROKE OFF. Bleeding everywhere. I tried to go to my dentist to fix it and he couldn't because he lost his DDS because he was convicted of some wierd sex crime and then my dad tried to drive me home and we drove off a parking structure. A job should not do this to you and haunt your dreams and shit.
Yeah, I never have job nightmares anymore. Sometimes the cast of characters will randomly find there way in to populate dreams, but no job stress dreams. Thank god.
YES! Miracleborns on the East Coast! I support this plan!
ME, TOO. Yes.
Awright, fine. We'll move to Boston.
Pack the dog.
Well not yet sillyhead. Gotta finish my undergrad.
(Psst! Nobody tell them how expensive the Northeast is, k?)
(Pssst....already have seen.)
::lips are sealed::
We need to talk up the cheesesteaks! And, um, dirty water dogs! And beaches! And ...
Someone help me out here.
Well not yet sillyhead. Gotta finish my undergrad.
Well, get crackin'! I'm bored!