Working Girl

I worked 50.5 hours this week, eight at Express and the rest at Wells Fargo. I know I said I never wanted to work for Wells ever again, but I was desperate for something so I applied and it was downhill from there. I work with some of the nicest women in Boise, so that makes it less bad.

I was also offered a position Thursday as a Youth Specialist in an in-home care facility through the Idaho Youth Ranch. The hours are lousy, but it isn't banking and is definitely more along the lines of what I want to do with my life. I think I'm going to balance that job with the bank and 86 Express.

Since I worked 50.5 hours this week I feel estranged in my own home. It's like I haven't been here in eight days. The only things I've done here lately are shower, dress and sleep. Kelly and I got to sleep in together this morning - the first time since we were in Portland two weeks ago - and we'll get to spend the whole day together (even if five hours of that will be at Public Television while he's working), also the first time since Portland. As I look around my house right now, I see the signs of neglect from two people who have been ON THE GO...random things left out on any random flat spot, unswept floors, mail piled on the kitchen counter, shoes tossed haphazardly to the outskirts of the room. Ah, the joys of working full time...