In about 2 months, my job will end.

Except I'm not freaking out like I was when SMdP told me they were cutting me back to part time.  Reason?  I've grown up and learned  a lot from this latest "I hope it's a career' venture.

For the past 5 days, I have been subcontracting in our assembly department.  While it means I get to wear my cool Nike tennis shoes, jeans and a fleece, it leaves me with an aching back and neck that the chiropractor-that-I-soon-wont-be-able-to-afford can't even fix because I can't scoot out of the office to take the 4:33 train.

I am now held accountable.

No more email, Facebook, texting, blogging, or even simple calls during the day.  The area in which I've been working has rendered my smart phone absolutely idiotic.  No more morning cereal or oatmeal, or office cup of coffee.  I eat my breakfast on the train and that is all I get.

But the days speed by.  I feel accomplished.  Today, I counted out ball bearings, foam squares, and took the needles out of syringes.  I know how to work a heat sealer thingy and will have to learn how much chemicals to put in vials.

It's funny.  When i was younger I couldn't imagine working a service job to make my money.  How unbelievably naive I was. (I guess that's what becoming a model at the age of 12 does to you) As this job is coming to an end, what matters more to me is what i can save.  If my boys aren't in daycare, I save an enormous amount...just about the same amount as what I pay in rent.  AND, I get to do the things that I've always wanted to do with them.  Be a class mom.  Be a chaperone.  Go on trips.  Take them to extracurricular classes.

Being single was a decision. And my boys don't need to feed the brunt of my decision.  Third shift.....won't you become my willful lover??