You can't imagine my pleasure when I called my boss first thing yesterday morning and was told, "Sorry, I don't have any work for you right now but I will soon."
I took the morning off.
I could have whipped open my books and studied. I didn't. I could have wrote a letter to my mom. I didn't do that either.
I'm not certain what I did, but I didn't do much. After a weekend away from home, I couldn't have asked for a more perfect Monday morning.
I worked in the afternoon. I 'Zumba-ed' all night. And this morning? I must go to work.
They have cleared out office space and I will now have a place to go to fill in the gaps. This is a step towards full-time employment.
It is my hope that I can work away from home when My Youngest is at school. And that I will be able to pack up the excess and finish it at home.
I may be dreaming. But I can hope.
It is my goal to work five days a week, between the hours of 8 - 5.
In a perfect world, I would be working from home. I am happy to compromise if it means a full-time pay cheque. I am thrilled to have the opportunity to be here when My Youngest returns from school.
I don't mind a little home work. In fact, that would be my preference. Because first and foremost? I still want to be a mom.
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