Your Perfect Work Day

Step 1: Plan your perfect work day

     "F*#@ my life" I think.  The ipod is lit up and bongo-ing at me.  What happened to the old beep beeeeep alarms, this gentle crap is more irritating.  5:45 am stares me in the face.  The street is silent except for the sound of my boots click clacking on the pavement.  My jacket is zipped to my throat.  I am wearing a sweater dress, sweater, jacket sweater and overcoat.  No one ever tells you Mexico is actually cold and the houses have no heat.  

     I arrive to work and immediately it is on.  Teaching English is 90% stand-up comedian/entertainer and 10% teacher.  I didn't know that going in.  You have to make the conversation.  You have to smile until your face hurts.  You have to care about people's lives you don't give a shit about.  I don't want to be so blunt here.  There are some amazing students at my school that I do very much enjoying talking to, and they know who they are.

     Two things I hate: waking up early, and making small talk with strangers.  Obviously I didn't put enough thought into this career choice.  Here's what my perfect work day would really look like:

          8-9 wake up-no alarm

          9-10 shower/get dressed

          10-12 eat breakfast, work on computer stuff

          12-2 or 3 sew

          3 eat lunch

          4-5 exercise

          5-7 sew/take photos

          7 eat dinner

          8-11 relax/read/write

     The point of this exercise is to help you determine what you "should" be doing, or what your values are.  I probably need to make mine more detailed, but for now I want to focus on reducing the amount of times I get up in the dark.  Yes I will start there...

Custom Blythe by Kerria Rosette, with a mini BeBe in her pocket!

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     "Do you have an extra pen?" She asked.
     I reached for the pen atop the bookshelf on my right.  As I passed it through the air to her unsuspecting hand I rolled it across my fingers and palm.  I gave her a smile.
     "No problem."
     I coughed again.  I had been sick for weeks.  Nothing new for me.  I thought, "teaching is not my calling.  Maybe if all the students are sick I won't have to come either."
     I wanted to be a teacher when I was a little girl, my brother wanted to be a fireman.  Now my brother hates being a fireman and I hate being a teacher.
     I can't remember a single thing my father or mother told me about making a career decision.  Neither went to college.  They believed in buying property, working your way up, and job security.  Things aren't the same for my generation.  We can't afford to do it that way.  I lost a house in the recession, worked my way to nowhere for 10 years, and I have 50K in student loans.  It's depressing and overwhelming.
     In the last couple months it dawned on me.  When I was a little girl I wanted to be a teacher because I thought the only jobs that existed were doctor, nurse, teacher, fireman and policeman.  I don't remember thinking anything else existed as an option.  However, I also loved baby dolls when I was a little girl.  Things don't change much do they?  The difference is that I LOVE making dolls.  It's the only thing I've never gotten tired of.  Not for one second.  It's time to make BeBe Babies a real, money-making business.
     Where did all this come from you ask?  Weeks and weeks of traveling down a rabbit hole after reading this link on Facebook.  So get ready.  More to come....