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.