Adventures in Rachel-land

Tuesday, March 13, 2007


I get restless, or maybe I'm just bored. For as long as I can remember, approximately every 3 months, something has to change. I haven't overly analyzed why this might be. Rather than assuming that it has to do with some defect in my childhood, I'm just going to go with boredom as the cause.

This particular aspect of my personality is what caused me to quit my job while I was in college, or break up with a boyfriend, or drop out of school for a semester. Every time I have colored my hair a bizarre shade has been a direct result of that "something must change" urge. The problem is that now I am married, so changing boyfriends isn't really going to cut it. And I have a mortgage and a car payment, so I can't exactly just quit my job. And I'm a professional woman, so drastically changing my appearance is not as easy as it once was. A tattoo? Probably not. The point is that as I get older, that need for change is getting harder and harder to fill.

It's been 6 months now, since I moved in with Barry and started my new job. I'd just started thinking maybe it was time to start looking around for a better position, when something wonderful happened. My boss asked if we could change my schedule at work. Instead of working Mon-Fri from 9-6, I am going to work every weekend and have two days off in the week.

What a relief. The tattoo parlors of Texas are safe. For now.


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