I peek at a lot of journals here on journalscape when I ought to be working. There are a lot of fascinating people that post here. I read a lot about writing, submissions, rejections...and I remember my own dreams of large piles of unsolicited submissions. I would just love to read piles of stories and novels all day...and get PAID for it! I suppose my job title, Senior Editor, sounds pretty cool, huh? Well it's not, ok? I hear that there are editors who actually get to READ. I had to take work home this weekend, and guess what I got to read? The friggin' Ohio Revised Code! Yeah...it was a cliffhanger. When I got to the part about temporary educator licenses I almost cried...it was touching...um, wait...oh, that's right, I forgot...it was pure hell...

Just had to share my frustrations. People wonder why I'm planning on starting over with the whole job thing. I hate what I'm doing, and unless I move to a larger city I'll be stuck doing this forever. Not too many editing jobs available in Cleveland. So, MBA here I come. I don't care if I'm miserable, I'd rather be miserably making three times what I earn now.

As for the weekend, it was busily dull. I feel like my life is in limbo until Jessica's baby shower is over. Friday night I spent piecing butterfly decorations together until the wee hours. Saturday I went to breakfast with her and then we went to little Justine's first birthday party. Saturday night consisted of more butterfly making. Sunday morning I spent at a coffee shop "editing" (yeah, I guess that's what you could call it) the above referenced material. Sunday night I worked at HK.

The weather this weekend was beautiful, sunny and cool. I would love to go camping next weekend. It's the perfect time for sitting around a campfire and cooking over the fire, drinking beer, hiking through the woods, telling freakish stories. I haven't camped since Sam's been gone...I guess it probably wouldn't be the same, anyway. I guess working all the time isn't the worst thing I could do with my time.