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my day to day

Well, isn't this fitting to reveal, based on the gloomy outlook of my "handbag". Although it is work-centered, I actually enjoy my daily grind.

I wake up between 7:30 and 9:30am. I have the luxury of heading in to work whenever I choose. In my busy season (which is September to May) I go in later because the people I work with work late, and I'll be there until 7 or 8pm either way, no point in getting there at 9am.

This time of year I am at work around 9am, because it is my slow season I can leave around 5pm.

I work all day and I really like my job. Most days. I work with very strong sales personalities that can be just as fun as they are annoying. In the summer I take lunches, September to May I don't. Fall/Winter I would come home around 8 and Eric would have cleaned the house and often prepared dinner for me. I would work on church stuff at night and wake up and do it over again. It was very tiring. Weekends also filled with church quickly. There have been many nights when I would just get home and cry as I worked through everything, just out of sheer exhaustion.

In the summer I come home so much earlier, and we decide dinner together. I still do church things, but it is quieter and I have more time, so it isn't so overwhelming. Right now we look at houses and try to decide when/how/if we are going to move.
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