Working for a Living- The Good, Bad, Ugly, and back to Good again.

Spongebob loves work.
I'm more like Squidward.

The Good- I'm working a temporary job.

The Bad-It's 14 days straight, 10 hours a day.

The Ugly- What my brain will look like after that much work.

The Bad- I won't be blogging during the next two weeks.

The Good- I have some fantabulous guest posts lined up.

Do you like how I brought it back to the Good? I'm trying to find positives in what is going to be a long couple weeks.

I decided to do this to earn a little 'summer fun' money, and for bills, too (which is no fun, but necessary).  The guest posts are from some of my Listen to Your Mother friends. These women are amazingly talented, and funny, and I know you're going to love them. So, tune in on Wednesday for the first post. I promise you won't be disappointed.

Comments

  1. TeddiJune 3, 2013 at 3:59 PM

    Reality bites! :( My husband has been out of work since March so I feel you! I will look forward to hearing from your guests but I will be more looking forward to your safe, healthy and happy return to the blogging world! :D hugs!

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  2. UnknownJune 3, 2013 at 9:36 PM

    Julie NOOOOOO! I'm going to miss you! But I am happy you'll have summer fun money!

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  3. TangledLouJune 4, 2013 at 12:43 PM

    What is this "job" you speak of?
    Looking forward to your guest posts, but also selfishly wishing to read some more of your goodies.
    Good luck in your additional job. I say additional, because I think you've got quite a few "jobs" already. Not so much the kind that earn "fun money" though. :)

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  4. LiaJune 4, 2013 at 4:10 PM

    Good luck with your temp job! I hope it's more good than bad.

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  5. Sarah@The Best StuffJune 5, 2013 at 7:07 AM

    Good luck with the job! Maybe it'll be a fun, temporary change of pace.

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  6. MarianneJune 5, 2013 at 7:53 AM

    Can't wait to check 'em out & good luck with the new gig!

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