I got a job.... or at least I go out to work now.
The children say things like : Are you working today?
I could not chaperon a school field trip because I had to "work". It's an adjustment, but weirdly, I like it. I like that I am not in an office and I like that I don't have to wear a uniform and I like that I'm not being coughed and sneezed on by a flu-ridden public. I would dearly love to make coffee for a living... Damn. I'd be a good barista! And fuck - I'd be funny! Buuuuuuuut..... then a flu-ridden public would not like their coffee being made by a sniffling hacking sick barista. Oh well.... life.... it's a fucker.
Two friends and I started our own cleaning business and since August we are steadily building a clientele and I am working about 45 hours a month. It's pretty lucrative and it's hard work but I like it. And as in the cobbler's children.... my house isn't clean any more.