But have no fear, she can now say "Your Mother worked at a cheese packing factory for you".
At a cheese packing plant.
It kinda tastes like humble pie.
And smells like cheese.
Cheese and cardboard.
I've done data entry so far, the first two days, literally transferring numbers off forms and into Excel.
Tonight, I measured cheese.
---I'll let that soak in----
I MEASURED cheese. You know, from shredded cheese packets. Ya, I went through 3 cases, and measured 30 pieces from each package...
Bundle of fun I tell you, a bundle of fun.
Oh well- I'll survive, its only until school starts (and I hopefully have a full time job- if not just sub again). Luckily I don't HAVE to have this job, so I feel blessed. We have our budget to live on my husbands salary, with a nice cushion (minus the new (to us) motorcycle...), so my money goes to the adoption war chest.
I chanted in my head- as I measured cheese- adoption, back rub, sex.... (the last two Travis promised me when I got home!). It wouldn't be so bad, but so far, I'm in a room all.by.myslef.all.night.long.