Jobby job job

This is going to be one of those rambling kind of posts that sort of goes no where, but really for reals there is a point that I sort of want to make somewhere in here, I think, huh what was I saying? Hmmm!

I’ve been reading Gingers blogs lately because, well, I like to sit at home and make out with my lap top you know instead of teaching my kid important stuff like spanish and color coordinating his shoes to his onsie. Anyhoo she writes a lot about her job, the life she wishes she could leave and being a powerful corporate woman. Which, first of all Ginger could totally rock corporate bitch bossy woman because she totally has the shoe closet for that! She got me thinking about jobs though. I realized that both my cousin and I have kind of lucked out on our jobs. For the most part we both enjoy coming to work. We can take our lunches basically whenever we want. If she has to she can bring her daughter in for a few hours. We both get off early on fridays. We both always have food around or someone to bring us food, and its good food, donuts, muffins, pizza, beer, you name it we can have it. There is always some fun juicy gossip to keep us laughing and realizing how much better our life is at that moment. Not to mention Lisa’s work is always looking for a reason to get drunk, no, really, ground hog day, maple syrup day, Tuesday, yesterday, what ever it is they find a reason for a party and a bbq. My work, well, I am pretty sure my employees all have an intravenous tube in them feeding them beer, so its a party here also.

The flip side is, neither of our jobs are the kind that will find us being corporate high powered anything. We aren’t required to dress pretty, hell today I’m wearing sweats, a tank top and four inches of arm pit hair. So for a split second I got to thinking, hmmm would I ever want that? Both Ginger and Katie have these jobs that can lead to future BIG jobs. Shit, Katie is already bossing around people 10 years her senior, just because she did that whole “graduate from college thing!” Wait, so did Ginger. I’m sensing a theme here. Whatever smarty Mcsmarties! I thought of how fun that would be to walk around in pointy high heals and fabulous slacks and what not. Then I though about how much I love being with my son. I suddenly realized in this day in age it is almost an either or situation. I know a lot of people have fancy jobs and kids, but I’m willing to bet they can’t just drop everything for a day at the park because it is sunny out. Or they can’t make every soccer game or school play. I thought about that and I realized that I would have totally beat my moms ass if she missed my stuff. I know, that if I was raised that way from day one it would be normal, but I would never want my son to live that sort of normal.

I gave this a lot of thought and I realized, I may never have a shit ton of money but I will be available to give my kid soooo much love he won’t even miss all the money, besides, isn’t that what grandparents are for? I think a part of me knew when I was going to college that I didn’t really want to be there. I finally realized that while on paper I might look fabulous because I had some super degree, there is a huge difference between paper and real life. There is this guy in Reno, he owns the company where my husband works. He is never home. Monday-Sunday he is at work. He has three sons and I honestly feel bad for them and especially his poor wife. I look at my own parents. They make great money, but I can’t remember the last time they stopped and took time for them. Wait yes I can, almost four years ago when they went to Hawaii, which was the first trip they took in ten years. I thought, damn that sucks. I only got to go to Disneyland once in my life because my parents where to busy. Hmmm, that sucks. I realize now, that maybe I won’t be able to stay in the best hotels or buy the fanciest suveniers but for the most part, I can take off any weekend I want with my kids and go anywhere. And, really I can take off any week I want and go dick around in Hawaii, or Disneyland, or Yosemite or anything. I realize now, in the long run I would much rather have this amazing rich family life then a rich bank account. I want to see every single baseball game or soccer game or ballet recitals or whatever.

Now on the flip side I would never be a stay at home mom either. No offense to stay at home moms, but really I would get bored. I couldn’t even stay at home for two weeks on maternity leave before I found myself coming to work, going to the mall, coming to work and so on. I can’t be bored. I am not one of those people who can spend a whole day doing nothing. I have to do something. Go to the store, the carwash, the park the mall, the gas station. ANYTHING! Also, I don’t ever want my son to have some sort of scewed image that women are supposed to stay home. My entire life I will never forget this kid I went to school with my whole life (Ginger he is the guy you made out with at my party at the hilton….you know who I’m talking about). Anyway I can remember all the way back to freaking 4th grade when EVERY DAMN DAY he had fresh fucking baked cookies in his lunch. I was always amazed and he said, well my mom better do that, that is what women do, they stay home and cook my food and do my laundry. I’m ashamed to admit I later dated this guy, but don’t worry I totally cheated on him too! I look at my friend who stays home and is already having trouble with her son. He won’t do chores because she can do them. Once he even sat on the couch and said no mom you can do it I don’t feel like it. Sooo, since she had no choice she did it. I don’t care how much you say your son won’t turn out like that, I almost don’t know how you can avoid it. I also want my daughter (if I have one) to know that she can totally go get a job and not be tied down to some man ever.

I guess in the end, there really is no part of me that wants to strive for more in the work related area. I am so happy knowing that first I’m a mom then I’m an employee. However, even if you do decide to go corporate…really people FIND A JOB THAT SERVES YOU BEER AT YOUR DESK…DUH!

3 thoughts on “Jobby job job

  1. Exactly!!! I can move up to the top positions here at my work, which would technically be that whole corporate fancy position that you make tons and tons of money. But in that position at my job you could walk in wearing a pair of slacks or wearing a pair of jeans and no one will care one way or another. Also no one is forced to miss family events or activities because everyone here has a family and understands. They all will bring their children to work, take off say every Wednesday to go duck hunting, leave at 4 in order to pick up their kid from school, take off at the drop of a hat because their kid fell off the monkey bars. They all take and encourage you to take vacations. I guess I got lucky because it is also those higher ups who makes up those excuses, such as Friday the 13th, just to throw a party. So to me that is the best of both worlds!Lisa


  2. Stylish! Four inches of arm hair. I gotta try that look!I used to work in Corporate – a lobby group for the goverment and it was all snobby and hoity toity and gold lined elevators and catering and money and blah blah blah, but it wasn\’t me. Both Mark and me were raised by stay at home moms, and that\’s the way we\’re going to raise Nate too. But trust me, he aint getting no fresh baked cookies everyday, and you get bet your ass he will learn to clean a toilet.


  3. Now that I only have a month left at this job I can totally admit that the liquid in my Starbucks cup that I was voraciously devouring was not, in fact coffee, it was beer! That\’s only happened a few times when it had been a looooong week. Nonetheless, Jen and I (pre-prego) Jen had the occasional lunchtime mojito and our boss condoned it! I\’ll miss that. I feel ya tho, I\’m giving up this job to become a teacher. It\’s what I\’m meant to be and I accept that I\’ll never be wealthy and I\’m ok with that. Eventually, I\’ll be able to be at home with my kids (cuz I\’ll get off at the same time as them.) Go Shannon!


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