I guess I already am part of the work force. I went back to work when the 22mo was about 6mo old (last March). I’ve just been working from home, and only part-time. But as we have settled in to the new house and the kids are doing well with their summer program and then school this fall, Sir and I have decided that I can start looking for a job outside the home.
It was quite the boost of self-confidence when I got a call for an interview after my second application. I found a job that I think will be very interesting for me. Something to keep my interest and a new skill set to learn. It would give our family health insurance, which would be great as Sir sets up his firm this fall. Even though the pay isn’t amazing, just having that expense covered would be huge. And the interview went great. They were impressed with my background and the two departments with openings seemed to fight over me as HR sat between them. It was a great feeling that really helped to shake off the nervousness for the rest of our meeting. They even called to set-up a second interview the same day.
But as good as it felt, I’m really trying not to jump the gun. And even if everything clicks into place and I get the position, there is still a long way to go. After being home (even working from home) for the past two years, the general chore routines have been set to where I do all the cooking, cleaning, and errands that need to be done. It has worked well as we have worked through more lax and strict D/s dynamics. Being a 24/7 slave is a lot easier when you’re home all day. And even though Sir and I aren’t in a Master/slave dynamic right now, it was an option before. If I am working full-time outside the home, I’m not sure I could keep up with all the cleaning and cooking without help. A lot of the yard work and even meal prep could be done on the weekends, but I am already worrying about getting behind.
I think part of me is worried about adding a piece of my life that can’t be kinky. Something that Sir can’t be in control of. It will be good for my self-worth and self-confidence to be contributing more to our finances. I just don’t relish the thought of even less time with Sir. With the boys and his work we hardly have any time now.
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I wrote the above on Wednesday evening. Then I had my second interview yesterday morning. She offered me one of the two open positions after about ten minutes and we spent the rest of the time trying to work out how quickly I could start. It was nice to feel loved, but at the same time quite overwhelming. I had been thinking about all the little things that I would like to get done around the house by the end of June. Now I start work on Monday. I have three days to get our house in order for me to be done for the bulk of the day. Meal prep, cleaning, shopping.
I’m happy about it. I think this will be really good for me. The kids and Sir are currently acting like nothing is different. But I feel like a new person. Maybe we can actually celebrate over the weekend.
Either way, I think this new job completely cements my position in the house as the last one to fall asleep at night and the first one out of bed in the morning. There will, sadly, just be less naked in between. My I will treat myself today by going to Starbucks, buying the lowest-calorie drink I can find, and trying to find some professional clothes to get me through the next few weeks. I am hoping to loose a lot more weight before I plateau, so I don’t want to buy a lot of tight fitting stuff, but we’ll see.
But don’t worry, this blog is here to stay. I am even hoping to keep writing every day as I find it so cathartic. So you are still stuck with this working girl. Just with more work quotes and hopefully just as much sex.