A Letter to my Day Job

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Visiting my Day Job

Dear Day Job.

I really like you… But we’ve got to talk!

I know you mean well, and you really just want to spend a lot of time with me, but seriously! Don’t panic if I go somewhere else. No reason to cling to my foot like that!

Yesterday I got up at 06:00, to be with you at 07:30. I met up, didn’t I? And I stayed in that cute little shop of yours the entire day, even with a smile on my face. I wasn’t home again until 17:30, and I came home only to change my clothes and visit the mistress.

I’m sorry, but I really like the mistress. Stop arguing, for the thousandth time, you know I’ll keep her, at least for now.

So at 17:35 I hit the road again to teach the Norwegian language course and I was back at 20:00.

By then I had been up for 14 hours, and I still hadn’t written a word for my daily writing goals. So, you see, Day Job, you’re not the one who gets the least of my time – you get most of my time. Yesterday, anyway.

To be honest, I didn’t reach my writing goals yesterday. My husband cooked for me when I got home and it tasted delicious. No guilt there, only pleasure.

Today, however, dear Day Job, I can’t meet with you. Sorry.

My boss gave me two days off.

And I do have to warn you: Today I’ll spend time with your only TRUE competition. The competition that might one day grow stronger than you and seriously kick your butt.

My writing.

See you on Friday!

XXX

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