Tired of trying to get ahead on many occasions and finding myself spinning my wheels, I knew it was time to get a second job. I decided to apply for a seasonal job, and if it worked out well, I would then apply for a full time position. I needed quick cash to get ahead, and I was willing to do it if it would work.
I knew that many retail chain stores hired people for the holidays, so that is where I began applying. I was asked for an interview and did well on the very first one that I was invited to. I was excited about the prospect of making more money, but not so excited about the long hours I would need to work every day between two separate jobs. I was already tired after 8 hours of work and two hours of commuting as it was.
After I started my new position, I found myself quickly tired out within only weeks. My home fell into disarray. I had next to no time for cleaning. Read more
A year or so ago, I saw a news story that said that much of our country is moving toward freelancing. Companies are now realizing that they are wasting money with paying for over-priced offices for their employees to work from. It was then that I realized that I could freelance and not have to work for someone else as well. I decided to go for it just a couple of weeks ago and now I’m spending my time getting everything in order. It was a surprise to open my email account to find a click here invoicehome.com email that said that their site had all the templates that I would need so that I could choose some for my own business. This sounded exactly like what I needed.
I needed to have something cheap, and it was really nice to see that I could download whatever I needed free or charge. Read more
Okay, this is funny and serious at the same time. The details up front are that we live on a dairy farm, and we now have a new baby who cannot tolerate formulas. She has to have human milk. The confounding factor is that I can only produce enough milk if I use a breast pump. I found a good one at besthospitalgradebreastpump.com. Now put yourself in my shoes. Ever since I have been a teenager I have worked on a dairy farm. Now being a married adult, I work our own dairy farm. Every morning we go out and hook up cows to milking machines. I never gave it a second thought as to what the cows might be thinking until I hooked up that hospital grade breast pump to myself.
Imagine my husband walking into the room early one morning after we, along with our employees, had just finished milking the cows. He sees me at the table with the shades drawn reading instructions and trying to hook up a breast pump. I could see the smile in his eyes that was holding back a laugh, but he was scared to say anything not knowing how I might respond. Read more