I'm a big believer in karma. People who steal deserve to be stolen from. People who cause harm to others deserve to go to prison and be tortured by the other inmates. I believe you should be a good person and karma will repay you with luck and good fortune. So remember when I said that Renee hasn't been sick much this year and I called in sick on Friday to get her pictures taken? Karma woke me up on Saturday night and kicked me in the butt. Karma is no longer my friend. Karma is supposed to punish other people. Renee was rolling around acting all uncomfortable in the middle of the night on Saturday night and when I touched her head, I knew she had a fever. All day yesterday was spent trying to keep the fever down. Four to five hours after I gave her tylenol she would be BURNING up again. This morning her fever was 103. Under her arm. She's totally out of it and just wants to be snuggled. Poor little one. So I'm home today because I couldn't in good conscience send her to daycare when she's feeling like crap. How would you like to have eight little kids screaming in your face all day when you're sick? Seriously, that is my own personal version of hell.
Speaking of my buddy karma, hopefully she isn't at play for the crap that is going on at work. I know I have hated many a job and spent a lot of my professional working years complaining about jobs and about working in general. But I actually like my current job. And as of right now, I don't know if I'll have it past March 21st. The scariest part about all of this is that we live in a town where there aren't very many technical jobs out there and if they're there, they don't pay as well as mine or they aren't as flexible as mine. Ski always calls me his sugar mama because I make more money. If I lose my job, will we have to move? Where will we go? So many questions and so many fears.
Karma, throw me a bone here. I solemnly swear to never again lie about being sick to get a day off to get my kid's picture taken or to call my job a total waste of time (even though it usually is). I promise. Pinky swear. Will you please forgive me and be my friend again?
Speaking of my buddy karma, hopefully she isn't at play for the crap that is going on at work. I know I have hated many a job and spent a lot of my professional working years complaining about jobs and about working in general. But I actually like my current job. And as of right now, I don't know if I'll have it past March 21st. The scariest part about all of this is that we live in a town where there aren't very many technical jobs out there and if they're there, they don't pay as well as mine or they aren't as flexible as mine. Ski always calls me his sugar mama because I make more money. If I lose my job, will we have to move? Where will we go? So many questions and so many fears.
Karma, throw me a bone here. I solemnly swear to never again lie about being sick to get a day off to get my kid's picture taken or to call my job a total waste of time (even though it usually is). I promise. Pinky swear. Will you please forgive me and be my friend again?
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