I have been such a failure lately.
I have failed at reading my favorite blogs. I have failed at posting on my own. I have failed at working out. I have failed at drinking enough water. I have failed at praying. I have failed at getting out of bed in the morning. I have failed at doing laundry. I have failed at keeping my apartment clean.
What haven’t I failed at? Work.
I have become “that girl.” That girl that stays at work until 7, 8, 9 at night. That girl that doesn’t take a lunch break. That girl that talks to her Manfriend about work after finally getting home from work….
About a month ago I got a promotion (praise). And about a week ago I got a raise to go with that promotion (about freaking time). And it feels good. It does. I am adding value and feel important and manage a $146 million portfolio and blahblahblah. But I am missing out on happy hour (I need booze to survive people). And had to buy clean undies because I hadn’t done laundry in so long. And have eaten peanut butter and banana sandwiches for the past 3 days for lunch. Did I mention I am tired and my hair looks like crap and I haven’t gotten a manicure (which I used to do at lunch time) in a long time.
But what am I telling you people all of this for?
Because I need inspiration. I need a magic fairy that will send me links and emails to gorgeous photos that will get my creative brain rolling.
I need someone to give me first hand ideas that will skyrocket me to success.
I need someone who will charge my comp for me at night while doing my laundry.
Let’s be real, I need to win the lottery so that I can have a full time staff.
My appreciation for working mother’s has for sure grown in the past month. I don’t know how yall do it and I am not looking to find out right now but I applaud you…..Now give me some of whatever you are taking!
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