I'm a HUSTLA, baby....

Thankfully, I have been making a little money here and there. The bulk of the money I have been bringing in comes from tutoring Calculus. But some comes from my true love: creating. I finally finished the family of dolls for my cousin. I have a couple of orders in for a crocheted hat and scarf set. Currently, I am preparing for a Relay for Life event that is TOMORROW!

This is my first time doing an event with my own stuff (I once had a Warm Spirit booth - more about that later). So i am at a great loss as to what I should be making, how many I should make, how I should set up the table, etc.

I guess I should stop pondering and get to work.

Freeloader

The one thing that sucks about being at home is not having a paycheck. I have been working at least one job or another since I was old enough. I did not grow up in a home where financial problems were sparse. My mother was single and although my father was reliable in paying child support - he was not wealthy enough for the child support to cover more than a fraction of our expenses.

So, as a teenager (before I was old enough to get a job), I sold candy to help my mom pay for gas. Then, as soon as my sixteenth birthday hit, I was applying for a job at Publix. With this job, I was able to cover mostly all of my own personal needs plus help my mom. I did not realize this was the beginning of my bondage.


Well, I am not in bondage anymore, but now I feel like a bum. What kind of able-bodied loser brings in ZERO income? I know what you are thinking: "Why didn't you think of that BEFORE you quit, genius?" Well, hindsight is 20-20, isn't it, smarty-pants?

Of course the obvious solution to this delima is to sell more things in my Etsy shop. Especially the dolls. The problem is handmade things take so long to make, the income is minuscule.

I guess minuscule is better than zero.

First Week as a Housewife

So, first of all I would like to apologize to all the housewives out there (especially the ones who manage to keep their house clean day in and day out). I honestly thought that it would take a couple of days to get the house where I want it to be - then I would just be chillin' till the baby comes. Well, no. Maybe I am just inefficient, but I am starting to think, I will NEVER get the house where it needs to be. I get up when E gets up to make breakfast, and I am doing stuff all day - from laundry to running errands.

Luckily, this also includes making stuff! My cousin put in an order for 3 dolls! Although, I really like making them, they take FOREVER to make. I have started working on the first doll, but I have been working on it for over a week - and I am not even halfway done with his clothes!

Day One as a Housewife

I was able to cook breakfast and dinner and make sandwiches for lunch. I went grocery shopping (twice - because I am very forgetful). I got my eyebrows waxed and a pedicure. I even found a wonderful library really close to me.

But for some reason, I still feel like I work there. It's like a nightmare that doesn't end. Maybe it's because I had to go up there today. I had to turn in my laptop, my badge, and my key, and get the rest of the stuff from my room. The principal kept asking me moronic questions like: "Have you hear from HR? You don't want them to withhold your money for job abandonment, do you?" and "You know where you are supposed to take that [laptop] right?"

The problem is: because I signed a contract to teach for the whole year, HR has to 'approve' my resignation. A teacher can't just up and leave without some sort of documentation. However, I HAVE documentation. He also was trying to get me to take my laptop all the way to HR (which is only a few miles away - but have no free parking), when HR told me I could just give him my laptop. I explained all this to him - probably in a 'disrespectful' tone, because I get like that sometimes.

Anyway, I after I said my goodbyes, I ended up passing him and another teacher in the hall talking (gossiping). I KNOW they were talking about me. My mom would say that I am being paranoid - but really I never think people are actually talking about me (even when they have been!). But this time I was pretty sure. I could tell the way they avoided looking at me and their voices got really low when I went past.

But even if they WERE talking about me, why should I even care? I don't even work there anymore. What kind of insecure idiot, am I!? HE is the incompetent moron - and she is just his little flunky. Why in the world should I care what they think???

I need to work on that.