I've noticed from the beginning towards the end of my pregnancy, my idea of work has changed significantly. I would rather spend my time working. Ya know, like doing something productive. When I first got pregnant, I was scared that the excess of time that I spent there would be a detriment to my health, let along exhausting.
Come to find, it isn't terribly exhausting at all. Don't get me wrong, being on my feet all day does become tiresome. But I really enjoy being there, talking to people about life, and working hard for something that I really enjoy.... Food!
I spent 12+ hours today at work. Yah. I know, right? 8 hours bar tending, the other 4 hours working on an art project that I do every period. Even though, it's arts and crafts, it's still pretty annoying when things don't turn out the way I want them to. I don't know, I am tempted to try and get a different job after this little monster is born, but who knows... if my current employer proves to be worth my time... I just might stay. For the time being, I'll keep my mouth shut and work hard...
My absentmindedness has started to kick in, as well. Little things like, forgetting to label fruits for work. Forgetting to put the milk back in the fridge after eating silverware... Really stupid juvenile stuff that wouldn't be a problem if my intelligence wasn't being sapped by this little baby. Once he get's here, I'm sure it won't improve much, either. We'll see. Maybe I shouldn't blame my stupidity on anyone but myself.
Well, that's it for me tonight. I would like to write more, but I have a bit of laundry to fold before I can see the quilt on my bed.... I should get to that before I do anything else on this ever-so-distracting internet.
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