Today, I’m unemployed. Technically. For the first time in since I was 15, for an entire work day, I cannot list an employer.
Yesterday I had a job, Tuesday I will start a new one – but today, this weekend – I’m nothing by a lay-by-the pool, wear my orange to Stillwater, unemployed citizen.
How I got my start in the earning-a-paycheck-world. I got my first job when my friend Mykie asked if I would cover her shift at our hometown diner. My dad dropped me off and I learned to take orders and make nice with the coffee crowd. When my boss made an appearance, I introduced myself and told him I was the “new girl.”
Only in a small town can you skip the application, interview and meeting your boss before you tackle the lunch crowd.
This is where I first learned to juggle life obligations.
School. Basketball practice. Homework. Caring for livestock. That boy who drove the orange muscle car.
So excuse me if I lay by the pool and soak up a few cancer rays before I tackle the land of glitter, tailgating and magic.
Today, I’m going to lay here and rationalize which of the 48 uni combinations my Cowboys will be wearing tomorrow.