Have you ever had a series of days that seemed to be just one long, weird, exhausting day? That has been me for the last few days. I did my clean on Friday, which turned out to be an 8 hour clean instead of the project 4 I had been told. No worries. More money. Biggest downside was not getting home until super late.
Yesterday, I had the day off. Well, off from my jobs that pay me money. I did laundry, went to the Y to shower, stopped at the library to pick up a book I’ve had on hold for quite a while now, went grocery shopping. I then transplanted my Roma tomatoes. They don’t seem worse for wear today, so I am guessing they handled the move just fine. Whew! Out of twelve seed pods, I managed to transplant 17 Roma plants, with some of the transplants still having more than one plant in its pot. I lost the light to separate them so decided that could wait until later.
I never did cover my Hollyhock and Tulips yesterday. Some days, 24 hours just isn’t enough. Anyway, I woke up to the grass almost looking as if it had snow on it. Damn. I have everything covered, now, and, honestly, nothing looked to be suffering. Another “Whew!”
I had a clean today (6.5 hours x 2) that was 40 minutes away. This was another clean that wasn’t through Cayle. It actually came through my Bestest Friend in the Whole Wide World: Cornelia (I’ve always called her Corny. She doesn’t mind as long as it’s not in a business setting. That took some time to get used to when I had to). It was a client I had cleaned for before, back when I was doing regular house cleaning with Corny (she has her own business). I have to say that, after having these two cleans of my own, not through Cayle, I like regular house cleaning better, and without someone I have to check in with, like a boss. It definitely has me thinking a bit.
This week is packed full. I am not ready to do anything about it, exactly, but I don’t think I can really keep doing this job for much longer. I know it might sound…childish?…but I find that having a boss like figure, one that doesn’t have my back when it comes to backing me on a job especially, causes me stress. I think I’ve always known that, in some fashion, but it is becoming quite crystal clear to me, lately.
I’m still questioning myself on why that is and if I am just being juvenile. I’ve almost always worked doing my own thing, or close enough to it to not notice. I’ve tried “real” jobs, with an employer/boss, and never really got comfortable with it. In fact, just the opposite. I shouldn’t dread going to work, I think. I know that is what a whole lot of the population does, but…I don’t know. I’ll have to get back to you on that one. As you can plainly tell, I haven’t quite worked this all out, yet.
And, tomorrow is Monday. YAAAAAAAY! š And did I mention I have the stupid cold/flu thing that is going around? Yes, I am a very blessed girl. š
