apropos of nothing

I have what I would have previously called a "real job." This is not to say that any other job is less real than mine -- it is just different. Definitely not a job you could have in high school or even in college.

This morning, I felt so dreadful I did not want to get out of bed. Why? Because I am 100% overwhelmed at work to the point that I no longer have power over my nights and weekends. That pretty much defeats the purpose of the office job, right. Of course, when I say "office job" I mean office job in the non-professional sense of the word because I am not a professional. Except that I am, and I work too much.

Apparently, along with working too much, I also complain too much. Sorry about that.

Yesterday, we celebrated my mama's big 6-2 at our new house. I made chocolate meringue pies and had flowers and wore a sundress and it was just fantastic. Although I was stuck working from my blackberry for part of the afternoon, I would say it was a very successful day of celebrating mamas.

Now that we have had company, I am going to have to get down to business with the painting. That way, when everyone comes back they will see how I do not want my house to have the color theme of a taqueria.

Now, if only I could find a way to keep my job from destroying my life...