I’m moving UP in the world. Whereas before, I was merely a lowly paper carrier delivering 100 papers/day in the cold dark of 5 a.m., now…NOW…
I am a lowly paper carrier delivering **200[/] papers/day in the cold dark of 4 a.m.
Whoohooo!
Y’know, the funny thing is, I love my dead-end little job. Aside from the getting up at 3:30, anyway. Where else could I make money by driving around (alone! with no kids!!!), drinking coffee, and listening to the radio? I work 2.5 hours each morning, maybe an extra 1-2 hours on Sunday, I’m done by 6:30 a.m., and the rest of the day is mine. I get a little exercise (have to jump out and deliver to a lot of porches and some apts), I don’t have to worry about daycare (except that occasional Saturday, when Mrbodypoet works overnight), I don’t miss out on time with my kids, and I bring home over $800 per month. And I can go to work in my jammies if I want. What more could a gal ask for??
In celebration of my newfound wealth, I went to the hosta farm and bought a dozen hostas. And today I garden!
Shibb, here’s what a hosta looks like. They’re a pretty-but-not-beautiful yard plant. Their strong point, as The Big Cheese suggests, is that they’re easy to grow and hard to kill.
And congrats on doubling the income, bodypoet, not to mention having a way of life you’re happy with!
Well, it is a lot easier when your income is, say, $400 per month to start with.
The next step in my patented Path to World Rule is to become a District Manager. Not only are they salaried, but they also get initials (DM, naturally), which is probably a sign of prestige. Heh.
You know, you could double your hastas by just chopping them half, straight down the middle. Works like a charm. However, I’d only do it with your big hastas.
Enjoy!