An Unexpected Day Off

My busy work week came to an abrupt end today in having to stay at home and supervise kitchen cabinets being installed for the second time. They were much too shallow and needed to be redone. Isn't it easier to follow the plans mapped out? Now the cabinet company has to lose the profit of making new cabinets, paying for an installers' time, and disrupting the customer's lives. It's too bad. The company does A1 work. I for one am not going to suggest them to others because of the screw up, the not showing up when promised and the missed days of work I had to go through. So I miss out on providing proper help to people in crisis - something I live for.

It is nice to have a passion, and the confidence in doing something you love. Not many people can honestly say they love the job they do. In fact, most would say they are working to just pay the bills. With my new raise, maybe I can pay my bills too?

To augment my income I have to be crafty. Do a home improvement project here and there, write some books and try to market it myself. Have individual sessions, though my private practice has tanked due to all the manuel labor I have engaged in lately. My latest project is developing a psychological game for Facebook.com - which should be a real hoot.

Boring life? I don't think so. I am so busy I barely have the time to talk to my own mother. Obviously balance is not in my personal make up as of yet - but I am hopeful.

So with the sound of drilling in the background and a sense of muted satisfaction, my babysitting day has just begun. I am the house mother today. Caring for ailing pets, doing the laundry and I have a monumental task of filling these awaited cabinets with stuff. Now I don't mean just stuff - I mean STUFF. I am in a relationship with somebody who has plenty of EVERYTHING. If there is a specialized kitchen tool - she has it - plus it's back up in case something happens to it. It's a wonder we have room to walk around this place - and that's when everything is shelved!

I think guys are different. Give us a microwave over, a toaster, a George Foreman grill, and condements, and we are set for life. Paper plates and paper towels will suffice. I think at my condo I had one vase. Who needed flowers? Shoot a remote control in one hand and a hamberger in the other made for the best evening. I don't even think the station ever changed from ESPN anyway. Oh maybe for Survivor Man or Man Versus Wild.

So I am Mr. Mom today. Bored out of my goard as I await the cleaning and organizational project that rapidly approaches me. Yeah right - day off. Shoot I'll be working more hours but at least I don't have to do the damn paper work.

I appologize to my replacement for the day. She is about to go through Friday hell while I am stuffing another load of laudry into the machine.

May you all have enhanced wellbeing.