All morning long I've been singing "Dolly Parton's ", Nine to Five song. It's stuck in my head like a mantra. Tim Horton's officially hired me. I begin training tomorrow. The interview went well except for the question as to why I wanted to work at their establishment. It took everything I had not to tell her the truth. You see , if honesty prevailed I would have told her how I overspent on my credit card and instead of just writing me a celestial cheque, God decided that I should work it off so the message would be permanently imbedded into my thick skull. Thus working for Tim Horton's is my punishment. This would not have gone over very well. Everyone's been very kind and encouraging. I've been told that I suit this line of work because of my friendly disposition. I hope that this is true. I have an adage about growing older. It's the "More miles the less smiles". Watching the lovely ladies work at Timmies reminds me of the movie "Pleasantville." The manager who was very nice cannot ask certain questions. Instead she uses word play to try and get you to talk about your insecurities. She was telling me about one lady who began working for them but forgot to mention that she was on antidepressants and cracked under the pressure. Knowing this, I volunteered the info that she was seeking. Yes, I said , I'm very much all together and stressful situations are a piece of cake for me. Meanwhile I've been up all nights stressing over this lack of anxiety that I'm endowed with. I'ts not like there's any other way around it. I've actually been bored for quite a long time. I've made a necklace out of a T-shirt, polished all the shoes, watched every (descent) movie on Netflicks and organized my closet in color, style and season. My family is pretty much able to thrive on their own. In the last week I've made 3 meals that have been basically ignored. Hubby's been out helping son #1 renovate his new home. Son #2 is going off to the salt mines for 2 months (really just eel fishing, but it's pretty nasty). Son #3 is in school and daughter #2 fends and cooks for herself. Some nights I lie awake and plead with God to not let me go work outside the home. "I'll be good" I say." I'll scrub all the floors without complaint." Deep down I know that this is what I need. If I worked now I could work for a decade before retirement. This actually is on my bucket list. So why all the fuss. I'm old and set in my ways and perhaps a tad lazy. My hubby is very excited about me working. He say's that eventually we can get ahead. I told him that maybe he could get another job (his third). I'm so kind .. Ah working noon till 5, It's enough to drive you crazy if you let it.. It's the little things, like farting in front of customers, or having a hot flash and turning a bright shade of pink that bothers me. My hubby say's one day at a time. He's right. If God has gotten me to where I am now He will surely take me the rest of the way. Will I fail? maybe.. but hopefully in the failing I will learn another valuable lesson. Life is all about growing and learning. Staying home is all about not leaving the nest and the comfort zone. So my friends, say a little prayer for me and until we meet again.
Tumble outta bed and I stumble to the kitchen
Pour myself a cup of ambition
And yawnin', stretchin', try to come to life
Jump in the shower and the blood starts pumpin'
Out on the streets, the traffic starts jumpin'
With folks like me on the job from 9 to 5
Workin' 9 to 5, what a way to make a livin'
Barely gettin' by, it's all takin' and no givin'
They just use your mind and they never give you credit
It's enough to drive you crazy if you let it
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