No Weekends


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Today, I had to go into work, in the pouring snow (does snow pour?) and do stupid tax work. In the pouring snow. Without being paid overtime.

CAN WE SAY ILLEGAL? CAN WE SAY NOT FAIR?

Now, I feel as if it is a weekday and tomorrow will be Saturday. And the coming week will be messed up dreadfully. My internal clock has been shaken and unplugged. I am confused. Do I want children? Now? Never? Later?



Don't make me work on weekends. It produces thoughts of children, and I can assure you my offspring will terrorize the HELL out of you. Guareented or your money back.


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This odd narrative is my life. I ended up in Pittsburgh, of all places--from the beach. I have no hobbies, other than cooking excessively and eating microwave popcorn. I enjoy shopping, the Food network, hiding the remote so the Food network cannot be turned off, find ethnic food stores and restaurants and reading voraciously. My life is decidedly pedestrian.


I worked in the car business where I was required to be ruthless and soul-less wench, which is when I started this project. Since then, I've kept it up because secretly, I've always wanted to join the military. Every male in my mother's family has joined and I quietly entertain thoughts of joining. I haven't yet and don't know if I ever will, but sending the troops cookies keeps me sane. it makes me think I still have a shred of human kindness left in my withering soul. it's a small way for me to salute the men and women who are brave enough to fight for freedom. And makes me feel like I'm contributing toward troop morale--even if I'm not. So if you want to help, send me addresses of troops you know stationed overseas. you may also contribute toward the cost of chocolate chips, but don't feel obligated, that link is here only by request.


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