After a day of orientation at my new part time job, which included five hours of training via computer, my jaw hurt from clinching, my eyes from staring at a white screen and my head from a combination of the two. Not to mention the nauseated feeling from taking quizzes after each session. I have never been a test taker. Even my mother said this after putting myself through real estate school twice and flunking the state test three times. I was still puking the following morning on the way to work after the third time... which was not my charm.
The average person or should I say the "normal" person would have come home, took off their shoes and laid down to rest after an anxiety filled afternoon. Not I. As soon as I rounded the corner of the driveway leading to the house I felt better. I saw Miss Pepper, who is finally old enough to stay out from her pen (at fourteen) while I go out during the day.
When I pulled in the garage and got out of the car I was instantly energized. I came in to the house and immediately threw out the casserole in a bag that had been thawing out all day in the sink. I had just finished learning the do's and don'ts of freezing and thawing and bacteria growing for five hours. There was no way I was cooking it.
I opened the freezer, pulled out two chicken breast and got busy creating a fabulous meal of chicken parmesan, a salad with cukes from the garden and garlic bread for my hard working, good smelling man... and myself. When I hear that diesel engine coming up the drive it puts a smile on my face like no other... every time.
I can have fun at my new job. I get to make things, and clean up after myself and learn new things. And to boot I get to love what I come home to.