I Love My Job So Much And Am Going Mental Because…
…a painter is touching up the doors to my home office version of the Anthropologie store and I can’t get in there to edit the gorgeous photographs of babies Karch and Sadie like I want to!
It’s one of those awkward things, like hmmmm. What shall I do with myself while Millie is sleeping upstairs and the paint guy (with whom I really don’t want to exchange stories) is taking his sweet-ass time in the doorway of my getaway? I could shop online, but that might be dangerous. I could return emails, but I’m already caught up. Any thoughts? Should I begin a research project? Try to become the next Tetris champion of the world? Bueller? Anyone?
EDITED TO ADD: I hung in there and eventually went into my office to edit those beautiful baby pics. The painter and I had delightful conversation about menial things, and ya know what? It didn’t hurt. Sometimes I just think I need to grow up and start acting like I am (*wince*) in my thirties.