She has a few things she can think of to say, but there is never time. Well, maybe there is, but there is certainly no energy, and any free time she finds on her hands is sleep time. To be fair, she has tried blogging -- specifically, writing up and tweaking drafts to post -- but yes, it takes that long that even she is over waiting.
It is that tiring, this getting dressed and made up each day, surrounded by clothes and all the things fashion, and complimenting clients to make them feel good about themselves so much so she could be a dairy cow, that much the amount of butter she churns, that she does not even have a night out, much less a vain picture or two of, to slip in in place of a decent rant.
The work is hardly rocket science (though be careful not to underestimate the skills and patience needed for it less you find yourself at one end of unfriendly debate), but by the end of each day, she is dead to the world. Hell, she is dead to herself.
Only one conclusion can be made: so not ready for motherhood (not that she wants to escalate there anytime soon); she needs some mothering herself.
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So poor thing! basic 9-5 jobs aren't THAT bad. At least you get to stay in touch with the world rather than cooped up in a non-existing company you thought existed all along. Wrapped up in the stupid cubicle..and the only thing you can do when you don't have work is BLOG or take a smoke break. SO silly! Go fashion fashion abit ;) I envy! Come..I hug!
ps : check out your calfs, surely toned gilaness =)! Stand all day!
Love.
Lil Duckie.
Sigh. The "real" world beckons, I suppose... I'm not looking forward to this kind of reality.
I can, however, offer a hug :) So, for what it's worth: HUG!
Chin up, hun! Much love.
p.s. I need to talk to you about Publishing in Monash. Yikes. I really should, though!
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