Bad days happen. Despite my optimism and choice to live on the side of hope and goodness and compassion, bad days will still happen in my life. 919 more words
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I swore that when I found a 3-day-a-week nanny job, I would bust my butt writing EVERY SINGLE DAY that I had off.
I had fanciful ideas of waking up the morning after my 72 hour shift (some of those sleeping hours, I should mention) hitting the shower, getting dressed, grabbing the laptop, and typing away until my fingers were cramping and bruised. 446 more words
Yesterday was a pretty bad day for me – boo hoo! I had an ‘interview’ at the unemployment office. Well, it wasn’t an interview, it was a group class whereby they taught us how to fill out a questionnaire for EDD, and we got to watch a wonderfully acted video on… 163 more words