This is a totally self-indulgent post. You’ve been warned.
It’s almost 5 p.m. on Friday and I’m at work. Too late to start anything new, a little too early to leave.
As I contemplate my impending weekend, I have to make a lot of decisions.
Do I
A. Go home tonight and make a healthy supper and then take one of my maniacal dogs for a walk?
B. Open a bottle of wine, get out the brie and crackers, and chill the fuck out?
Leaning toward B.
On Saturday morning, do I
A. Get up early and go to the gym?
B. Get up early and go out for the most amazing scones in the history of baked goods?
Again, B sounds pretty awesome.
By Saturday afternoon, do I
A. Clean out the inside of my car, which is now functioning as a rolling trash can?
Finish reading the book “Eat Pray Love” which I so far find incredibly frustrating because if I were alone and single I would never have left Italy and I would totally have slept with Giovanni?
Um, yeah, the trend is definitely toward B.
On Sunday morning, I have to get up and attend a church service as part of my job (don’t ask, please) then I have to work the rest of the day in my office. That fact alone makes me think I deserve all my options B.
And there it is, really. I think I deserve the good stuff to make up for having to do all the suck-ass grown up stuff in life. I have a life just like everyone else, filled with A options. And I always lean toward B.
This is why I am perpetually the fat kid.
I know you said don’t ask, but I’m dying to know why you have to go to church for your job?
I write feature stories for the daily newspaper where I live. I needed to spend some time with a couple I am writing about for an upcoming story, and their church is huge part of their lives.
I try to keep my professional life separate from this blog. It makes a lot of things less complicated.