I finally started taking vitamins. Fish oil. B-12. You know, the basics. There just comes a point when the season starts to change and the sun abandons me earlier each day where I positively crash by 1:30pm. Gone. Done. See ya, bye. I can’t focus on something for more than 15 seconds and everything anyone says to me sounds like that teacher in Charlie Brown.

Drew insisted we buy said vitamins while we stood in Target, looking for a new filter for our furnace which is pumping warm air through our chilly little old home once again with that comforting huummmmm. I love that hum. It’s moments like these, where I’m finding joy in buying replacement parts for home appliances that I wonder, How did I get here? But I was thinking as we walked out of the Target with the vitamins and, I might add, for once, no candles (I’ll be back, mark my words!) that it’s such a nice thing, to have someone to fuss over you. And he does. He fusses. In exchange, I wipe the Burt’s Bees/lipstick off before kissing him on the mouth. I know, so considerate. Marriage is no cakewalk, friends, it takes some real compromise.

Last Thursday was my last day ever in Customer Service. No more headset. No more listening to middle-aged housewives tell never-ending personal stories, completely unrelated to anything within my realm of power. No more being blamed for other people’s failure to type in the correct item number. No more suppressing my urge to yell obscenities as I’m told once again that their email address is, “All one word.” No more explaining the difference between an email address and a website. No more getting a twenty-minute call one minute before my shift ends. No more muting the phone and forcing myself to take deep breaths as my vision blurs in blind rage.

I know, I shouldn’t be complaining about it because this is the job that I agreed to do and it isn’t that bad and good gosh this is not the Holocaust, Meg.

And, yeah, okay, all valid points. What I’m getting at here is I got my first grown-up promotion and I’m happy about it. Although I’m now paralyzed with anxiety concerning my own competence in the new position. But that’s basically every day for me, with anything that I do.


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