There’s a thin line between good busy and freaking crazy busy. A very thin line. Which I have been walking this week, but not doing it very well, at all.
I like being busy. It suits me. Mostly.
I have a part-time job. A part-time job that I’m finishing up in a couple of months. I was planning on not working at all. Until a completely delicious offer came my way which I really, really wanted. It might be a part-time thing but it’s the kind of thing that I daydreamed about doing when I was 18. So there was no way I wasn’t grabbing hold of it. But there will be some overlap. So for the next two months I will be doing two part-time jobs and attempting not to lose my mind in the process.
I’m thinking about getting a cleaner or a babysitter to help me out in the cross-over period so that my house doesn’t start to resemble a bomb shelter of some kind. On the other hand, I’ve realised something since I’ve been cruelly separated from my MacBook. Still no word on when I’m getting it back. On the one hand, it’s harder to get work done without it. Riley likes to be on my level and that’s difficult when I’m sitting at a computer desk. But I have noticed that I’m getting through a lot more without it. Apparently sitting on the couch in front of the tv with my laptop creates some kind of Bermuda triangle vortex of lost time. It’s just too easy to lose time on facebook/twitter/whatever but not actually be doing anything. Somehow, when I don’t enter the vortex I can do two jobs, clean the house, do the shopping and entertain a toddler.
And while I’m dying to tell everyone what the new job is, I’ll wait until everything is official, official and then I’ll spill the beans.
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