I was actually going to go apply for jobs today. I was.
Not the you-better-make-sure-your-resume-is-perfectly-polished-and-printed-on-special-paper-so-it-stands-out-from-the-masses type of job, but the fill-out-a-generic-application-and-if-you-remember-how-to-spell-your-name-and-show-up-to-the-interview-wearing-something-other-than-jeans-you’re-hired type of job.
The plan was to just drive around until I saw something… inspiring.
But then I looked out the window and I saw this:
So I decided to sit in front of the fire and eat leftover quiche instead.
HEY. Do not judge me. Motivation is hard to come by these days, and until I buy myself a set of scrubs and refuse to change out of them even when I leave the house and forget how to put on makeup and lose my hairbrush and stop wearing bras, I’m not worried.
