You’d think that if I actually bothered to fucking pony up the money to keep a blog that I’d, oh, you know….update. Right?
Life and that silly adulting thing has such an annoying habit of getting In. The Way.
I stopped actively job hunting in January and I can honestly say, Best. Thing. Ever. in recent times that I have chosen to DO.
No more silly dreams, no more stress. Just me and my silly little bookstore gig and starting next month, I’ll also be working home games for that Northside favorite team.
I’ve really reached the point where if a job lands in my lap, I’ll grab it and run and if it doesn’t, oh well.
It’s not worth the mental, and physical stress and it sure as shit is not worth the toll it was taking on my marriage.
In other news, I keep on buying cookbooks at work. Fucking Evil Employee Discount. And I seem to be coming home with other random books as well. To the point where my husband said we’d have to start weeding books.
I gave our paperbacks a good once over and told him that the ones that he would never read (Game of Thrones, and the Cave Man porn series – really, if you have to ask, for shame. You should know of who I speak And a few other random books) because I can put said books on my Kindle Fire (let’s ignore the fact that I work for the one remaining bookstore chain in the country and Amazon are their direct competition (but hey, I got the Fire for stupid cheap long before I started working for said store)….wait where was I?
Oh, so, yeah, I can put said books on the Fire. So now I’ve got this ass long list of books to read.
So many books. So little time.