I’m so glad it’s Friday. I can’t even begin to tell you how stressful my week has been. Tomorrow, I intend to sleep-in late, as this was my first week’s homework assignment in a class I’m taking on Wednesday nights at my church. So, God is writing me an excuse for one morning of lazi-osity. I think I’m gonna like this class. Seems too easy. Maybe I should look ahead and take a sneak peek at coming weeks’ assignments. This might be the hook-line-and-sinker assignment to reel me into what may become an unpleasant experience. I’ll look through that, right after I complete the first assignment. I don’t want to sour the experience.
I will then have to get everything that needs doing this weekend done on Saturday, because my new “thing” is going to be as lazy as possible on Sunday. Zohrhubby announced last night that he’s cooking a roast Saturday, and he’s inviting our supper buddies over to eat. Sounds fun. But, that essentially cuts my “cleaning” time to like 2-3 hours. I’ll have to be very creative so as to make it appear that everything that needs doing got done (thank goodness for air fresheners and febreeze fabric spray), while the essentials (i.e., school uniforms, towels, toilets and countertops) get the proper attention they deserve.
In other news, I got notice that I’ll have a new working arrangement which will begin on Monday after next (9/20).
If you know ANYTHING about me, you must know that I have of late become very disenchanted with my job. I won’t go into details, but I have dreaded nearly every work day for the past year and a half. I’ve been praying for a change…poking my head around in the classifieds, even sending out the occasional resume. But I have been in the same position for nearly 8 years. Now, despite my daily rants and foaming at the mouth, to be thrust into another position with such little notice is making me a little nostalgic. It’s not a major change in the sense that my hours will be the same, I’ll work at the same office and all that jazz…but I will be working for a different partner. I’ve got a pretty good working relationship with him now. He asked me the other day if I intend to yell at him like I did my old boss (with a smirky little crooked smile on his face). I asked him if he was scared. “Yep,” he grinned. “Well, good,” I replied. I don’t think I will find it necessary to yell at him, but can’t rule it out as a possibility. I’m nothing if not temperamental. We’ll fumbledick through it together. lol
All in all, I’m certain that it will work out just fine, and it will be just enough of a change to motivate me again. I’m looking forward to it.