The rumors are true
I'm leaving the Slow Lane.
After nearly two years of enjoying rows of bailed hay, commenting on strange fashion trends, experiencing the fine line of creepy/friendly of Going Greyhound, celebrating the cleaning of fridges, trying to make sense of a class cancelled on account of telenovela, and the many, many, strange, but true stories of life as a babysitter, I am leaving it all behind.
I am boldy going where I have never been before... to the classic 8-5 job.
Will my blog turn into some poor immitation of Dilbert?
May it never be!
But really, I can't spend too much energy worrying about what will become of my blog. My biggest worry right now is "What will I wear?"
After nearly two years of having my work clothes be a pair of jeans that hasn't gotten too much baby saliva (or other icky wet stuff) on it and a shirt that won't be ruined if some child uses it like a rope to climb up onto my back, I wonder if I can survive the halls of Normalworkdom.
Well, no, I wonder if my clothes will survive the halls of Normalworkdom.
The truth is that there are very few items of clothing that survived children hanging from them by their teeth; being used as a napkin, kleenex, and rag; worn through from the many washings; stains of every make and model, and none of them, I suppose, will do for the boardroom. Although, maybe, if I find enough butterfly patches, I can hide the fact that there is a big hole in my wardrobe.
After nearly two years of enjoying rows of bailed hay, commenting on strange fashion trends, experiencing the fine line of creepy/friendly of Going Greyhound, celebrating the cleaning of fridges, trying to make sense of a class cancelled on account of telenovela, and the many, many, strange, but true stories of life as a babysitter, I am leaving it all behind.
I am boldy going where I have never been before... to the classic 8-5 job.
Will my blog turn into some poor immitation of Dilbert?
May it never be!
But really, I can't spend too much energy worrying about what will become of my blog. My biggest worry right now is "What will I wear?"
After nearly two years of having my work clothes be a pair of jeans that hasn't gotten too much baby saliva (or other icky wet stuff) on it and a shirt that won't be ruined if some child uses it like a rope to climb up onto my back, I wonder if I can survive the halls of Normalworkdom.
Well, no, I wonder if my clothes will survive the halls of Normalworkdom.
The truth is that there are very few items of clothing that survived children hanging from them by their teeth; being used as a napkin, kleenex, and rag; worn through from the many washings; stains of every make and model, and none of them, I suppose, will do for the boardroom. Although, maybe, if I find enough butterfly patches, I can hide the fact that there is a big hole in my wardrobe.
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Wherever you are, many blessings and prayers for enjoying your new job!!!
Sylvia Biggs