Daniel-san asked in the last entry’s comments section what I plan on doing with myself once I am “terminated”.Â I thought that was a good question, so I started to type a reply, and then I realized that it was getting to be SO LONG I might as well just turn it into an entry.Â So, without further ado:
WHAT I PLAN TO DO WITH MYSELF AFTER MY ASS IS FIRED
I may collect unemployment for awhile.Â I don’t know how long.Â It depends on whether I can get hired at any of the jobs I want.Â See, theoretically, by this time I should be able to sit on my ass for awhile without working, because we’ll be doing all right in the money area.Â I won’t need to run right out and apply everywhere that I don’t want to work.Â I should be able to wait for the right job.
And what is the right job?Â Well, PetsMart has openings right now for a “Professional Bather”, which is their entry-level grooming job.Â And I still want to be an animal groomer.Â I want to at least try it out and find out if I’d be good at it or if I’d like it.Â But I don’t want to quit my (hated but) well paying job right now to try it out.Â I’d rather stay at my (hated but) well paying job for awhile until we pay off a few more bills.Â Plus if I quit instead of waiting around to be “terminated”, I don’t get unemployment, and that would suck for us, because we’d have to hustle a lot more frantically that we currently are hustling.Â We’re already on a budget race against our November deadline.Â I don’t want to up the pace if I don’t have to.
If the PetsMart thingy is not available by the time I’m terminated, I should be able to get a job at Barnes and Noble or another bookseller, seeing as how they’ll be into the Christmas rush and probably needing seasonal help.
I want to finish school, but that is not going to be the big focus with me.Â I do want to get a degree, any kind of degree, because I owe it to myself and my family to be some kind of educated.Â But the older I get, the less I give a crap about having a career like I used to.Â I wanted to be some kind of big-shot whatever, living the crazy life and making the cash, or at least getting recognition for something.Â I don’t really care about that anymore.Â I want to enjoy my life, and I want to have a child.Â I talked to The Man about this briefly (real briefly) a couple of days ago, and I told him that I didn’t want to wait until I was thirty to have a kid.Â He’ll be 29 at the end of this month, I’ll be 27 in April, time is creeping up on us both.Â I’m not afraid of being the oldest parents at my kid’s high school graduation, but I do want to be able to enjoy his/her life for a good long time without worrying about keeling over before they are all growed up (not that I couldn’t keel over at any moment, but you know what I mean).
To be real honest, I don’t like to work.Â I might just not have found what I want to do yet, and maybe the grooming thing will be it.Â I might fall in love with doing that job and finally find something that makes me want to leave my house and my family for hours every day.Â I’m not sure, but I’m willing to give it a try.Â I’m getting less willing to do something that I hate just for money.Â I mean, I will if I need to; if it comes down to me working at McDonalds or us losing the house and declaring bankruptcy, I will totally be spouting “Would you like fries with that?” as cheerily as anyone else.Â I do not, however, feel the need to get more money just for the sheer fact that more money=better.Â If our bills are paid, and we are eating, and we have a bit of extra cash to get little presents now and then and to handle any emergencies that happen, why do we need more money? (Retirement, right?Â That’s what you’re going to say.Â Stop that!Â Our retirement plan is none of your business!)Â I guess what it comes down to is that I am not as cash-obsessed as some people are, and having mucho dinero is not a big flippin deal to me.Â I want to be happy; I’m not right now (career wise that is) and I know what I want to do:Â create a happy home, raise a well-adjusted child, make The Man happy, be happy myself.
So that’s my story.Â I may or may not stick to it.
OH SHIT, THERE GOES THE NEIGHBORHOOD
As a closing note of interest, there is a gaggle of people in the empty lot next door, eyeing it up.Â It appears as though they are considering buying it.Â Bah.Â I don’t want more neighbors.Â I forsee a large row of pine trees or perhaps a big fence in our future.Â Nothing says “welcome to the neighborhood” like a big fence.Â Maybe I’ll put some razor-wire on the top of it, just to give it that extra homey touch.
I’m your new crazy-ass neighbor!Â Like my fence?Â Try to climb it, I dare you!!!Â Sissy pants!