In March, when mysteriously abandoned my blog, I got a job at a Curves. (For those living in the dark ages, an excellent fitness center designed for women). It seemed so perfect and wonderful. I’d get out of the house. Earn a little spending cash. Most signicantly, I hoped to help people improve their way of life. It’s good to have a dream.

I have since learned that I do not have the temperment to work in an environment of women. My Curves has about 800 members. Any one ever tried to make 800 women happy? :)

I am not thick-skinned. And I’m a perfectionist (though I’d like to believe a recovering perfectionist). One very unhappy lady and a couple of very minor incidents were enough to show me that I’m not cut out for this. Much in the same way I will never do day care, be a nurse, or drive a school bus.

As a wife and mother, there have been good reasons all along for not working, but I felt like I was working for the greater good. God has showed me it’s time to be done with that. :)

So now I’ve given notice. My boss really doesn’t want me to leave (the ladies I worked with were really great) and I’ll be working through November. It’s hard to quit, but I believe they can find someone that will fit better than me. In fact, a student from Cornerstone came in late last week looking for an application. I really hope it works for her.

Now I have to deal with being a “mom”. For some reason, the conservative undertones of a mom just scare the crap out of me. Gotta get over that. I’m gonna be a mom for a long time.

Some times I wonder how I manage to dress myself in the morning. :)