I got the job. I'll be a full-time office assistant, with all the usual stuff that entails, starting Wednesday. And that's all I'm gonna say about that publicly.
This should not count toward Biden's employment statistics, since I was never formally unemployed anyway, but that bastard will probably take credit. I wonder how many others, like me, felt the need to go back to work because our dollars aren't stretching to meet this economy.
Regardless, I'm in this one for the long haul. It'll be good for me to go be productive in the world again. I'll write at night and on the weekends, like I did when I first started writing seriously. And like I did when I was homeschooling because that was the only time I had available. Hell, even when I don't have anything else taking up my time, I write at night, so this won't be a big change.
Hubs will be taking over all my chores. He's already started. The man's doing my dishes right now. We're in negotiations as to whether he'll cook meals. He says yes, I say no. We'll see how it all shakes out. I did everything while he was working because after the job he was doing, he needed to decompress after work and on the weekends. This job will not be anywhere near as taxing as his was.
Since tomorrow is my last day off for a while, I'm making my last batch of zucchini bread. Well, the last of the shredded zukes from last summer anyway.
I'll still try to do posts on at least Thursday and Sunday. And Saturdays, if I've finished any books that week. I'll still be stopping by blogs in the mornings. Any comments to my blogs will be approved when I get home from work. And I'll respond to emails then, too.
I'm excited. And a little nervous. But it'll all be good.