In the last month I’ve worked a shit ton of hours, taken a quick trip to SF to see my beautiful friends and old work baby, gone to Portland with a dear love, worked a shit ton more hours, hung out with my super doofy adorable dog, said no to things I didn’t want to do, said sure fine whatever to stuff I didn’t want to do, said hell yea to thinks I wanted to do, seen Murder City Devils right in front like I’m fucking 15 or something instead of the bruised to shit 31 one year old that I am, and spent time with good friends, old and new.
One of my work families needs me to work more hours and I said yes because they’re going through a divorce so I want to be as helpful as possible. Then the dad was like oh I’m going on vacation for 2 weeks next month so the mom will need more help, not knowing that the mom had already asked me to commit to working a few more hours a week on the regular. I already work 45 hours a week with two babies. Then I have a weekly babysitting night so that one set of parents can have a date night. It’s easy. She’s asleep. I get paid to watch my stories. So that puts me at 48/49 hours a week. Then with the new schedule I’d be working 51/52 hours a week but that particular mom is almost always late when I’m the one to take her kid home. I want to be helpful. But I’m feeling burnt the fuck out and that new schedule has only been in effect for a week. I was planning on just sucking it up for a bit to help out because like really what are they going to do? Find someone to work an hour a day? Not likely. I guess my main fear in saying no would be what if they are like fine we’ll find someone who can work the hours we need? Gaaaaaaaaah.
Someone just pay me to hang out on the beach with my friends and my dog and handsome dudes and/or lady babes or both.
TLDR; someone pay me to have fun rather than work for a living I’m tired.