Winemonkey and I are heading to the city. The winery owners invited us and the winemaker (including his super fun other half, who’s name is Michie too) to a restaurant called Chapeau! The menu looks good and it has some classic french dishes, which I am sure Winemonkey will be excited about.

The only thing is that we have to be at the winery at 7 tomorrow morning… well Winemonkey does. I might not. So that means no excess wine, which I don’t do very much anymore anyways.

So it is Thursday. Yep. Thursday. And yesterday I realized that at ~3 pm, I don’t like working anymore. I mean that by 3 pm everyday I think, “Wow. I wish I had a desk job.” But then I trudge up the sloped floor of the cave with a pallet jack full of barrels and I suck the whine (not the drinkable delicousness that I am helping make this harvest) inside. Because I realize that the hardest thing I will probably EVER put Winemonkey through is the abhorring duty of ordering me around, then having to listen to me complain about what he asked me to do. Mind you, he might enjoy the ordering me around part, but the whining? He’d just as soon lock me in a closet when we got home… or not make me dinner, which would mean that I would waste away to practically nothing because all I would eat for dinner are tuna fish sandwiches or nothing… Because… it turns out that I am actually kind of lazy and manual labor = the devil most of the time. By the time I get home I am just a bucket of tired muscles.

I have never wished for a desk job so badly in my entire life.

Oh - and my interview - it is for a job that encompasses everything I hated about graduate school. Literature searches and technical writing.

But.

The job would pay the bills. And if I am doing a lot of writing and literature searches, I might be able to work from home, which means not commuting 2 hours each way every day. Of course, I have to get the job first. So we’ll see.

My feet hurt. And I went to bed before 9 last night. I have worked 21 hours in the last two days and it seems like every day is going to be a long one.

I think it is ironic that today was my first day working at the winery and I got a call from someone I had sent a resume to about three weeks ago letting me know that they would like to interview me.

Too bad the commute would be 4 hours round trip… and that’s without traffic.