I'm Not Made For Middle School

Today I interpreted for an 8th grader. She was nice, didn't want me to walk too close to her in the halls, but nice. The content was more than doable for my interpreting skills, consisting mostly of movies and worksheets, obviously doable. Some of the kids looked so little and cute, others towered over me and even caused me to lose my balance as they pushed passed me in their self-obsorbed manner, so maybe I only saw one or two cute kids.

I am so. so. so. so. so. so. so. so. so. so. glad I'm not in middle school--even if some of the teachers thought I should be and tried "encouraging" me to get to class.

Ugh.

Look, Mommy! Look! A Real Job!

Phew. It's been a long, hard road these past few months in the employment arena. I've had so many rough days solely because of my sitting duck lifestyle. I'm a busy body, and when my body ain't busy I ain't happy. But I FINALLY feel as though my life is heading in a productive, paid direction again.

I worked three separate interpreting assignments AND worked in my freelance position writing web content for a business. Yippy. I've really expanded my range of interpreting assignments and have really broadened my capabilities. I'm not making tons of money. But "some" is good.

Now, if I can just get up the energy to work on my novel tonight, I'd be doing real good.

...Remind me, now, why doesn't this money stuff grow on trees?...

Work. Work. Work.