So I've found this awesome balance with my new job, and it is working really well. I now do all of it from home, or a coffee shop, or a carpool line, or wherever. I describe what I see in pictures of the items that are in these estate sales. For instance, there might be a picture of a blue vase, and the caption will say "blue vase," and I'll change it to say, "A lovely Sevres-style vase with gilded foliate scrollwork and cobalt blue ground; it has a pretty pastoral scene in reserve." I love it because it's fun learning the words for everything, and I can do it on my own time. It's not every day; I can still go to the grocery store or make dinner or do laundry, but I look forward to when new items pop up that need their descriptions embellished. It is fascinating; I learn every day, but I don't feel like I'm neglecting my mom duties. It's not a full-time job, and sometimes it's only a few hours a week. It depends on how many sales are going and where we all are in the sale. I enjoy the times when there's a lot of work, because I learn new things. But if there's not a lot of work, that's fine, too. It is the perfect balance for me, and I could not have designed a better job for me.
I don't know why Fun Sink has to be so nasty about it. Things are generally OK with her, but I don't think she understands this job at all. She was asking about it tonight. I talked passionately about how much I like it, how fascinating it is, how much I feel like I'm learning, and what a great balance I've found by working from home on a really relaxed and flexible schedule. She said, "Well, that's all fine. IF you can make any money that way." And, honestly, for me this job is about learning and doing something that I find intellectually interesting, and a little bit of extra money is great, but I'm not exactly the primary breadwinner here, and nobody expects me to be. This balance works for us; and it's OK that we're not getting a 40-hour/week salary for it because the flexibility is worth more to us than that monetary amount. What is her problem?
I sort of feel like no one can judge me anymore. Like, now I have this job, so the Leaning In b*tches can't criticize me. But I'm still home with my kids. So the Stay-At-Home crowd can shut their mouths. I have carte blanche and no hater can say anything. It's a lovely place to be.
She was also a little too giddy tonight when there was a miscommunication between Mr. Twinks and me. The girls are spending the night over there tonight, so I thought Mr. Twinks and I would have a date night, and we had even talked about it. But he decided he needed to work on Baby B's birthday cake, so, when I said, "What are we doing tonight?" he said, "I guess I'm decorating a cake." I said, "Oh...I thought we were having a date night." Fun Sink giddily chimed in, "Misunderstanding!" She just sucks. And yeah, it was a low-key night: we went to Kroger for cake supplies and joked around and had fun. We were laughing more in a Kroger than she ever has. What the hell is her problem?
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