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.
See you on Friday!