I worked until 4:15 today and then volunteered from 6:00-8:30 at the HelpLine. It was a pretty good time. I feel pretty comfortable on the lines even if I'm not experienced enough yet to know who the regular callers are. I think I might have gotten one tonight but I'm not sure. Most of my calls are usually pretty legit-sounding, though. I love trying to guess where the people are from by their accents.
I wish I could give Jennifer everything she wanted. I wish I could find her the perfect job or career or whatever. I wish I could interact with her in the perfect way, and give the perfect gifts, and suggest the perfect activities. I wish I had the perfect amount of money to buy her the perfect house in the perfect location. I know life doesn't usually work like that, but at this point, I almost wish I could give her /anything/ like that. I've saved my whole life to buy a house and now we're living in an area where I won't be able to buy a house in a million years. Even with all the money I have in the bank, I could never afford any kind of house or condo with my $16/hour job.
It's sad that I have two Master's degrees and make $16/hour. And that's my highest paying job. Ever.
I don't really care about the dollar amount, and I'm not into it all to make big money (yeah, that would be dumb), but I wish I made enough to treat Jennifer the way I'd like to. And have a bunch of babies.
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Peas. May 28 be extra good to you. I love you more than there are words.
