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Goddess of Recreation


This may surprise you, but I work diligently. Except for those times I feel the quantum stealth of anonymousness and I’m off doing something a little more intriguing.

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Goddess of Recreation

Self Employment

My employment lets me float in a most peculiar way.

I am a work-from-home assistant, high and holy baroness and queenly executive, who likes to commence a countdown and find alternate things to do rather than slaving away.

I wake at nine, some days more punctually at ten. Certain liberties have been taken into consideration when it comes to my dress code. My standard uniform consists of a T-shirt, leggings, and no make-up with sloppy hair naturalness.

I take my midmorning break, then lunch at eleven-fifteen, and rush back around four to ground control. Who knows when Major Tom might call.

Simple Distraction


Simple Distraction

This may surprise you, but I work diligently. Except for those times I feel the quantum stealth of anonymousness and I’m off doing something a little more intriguing.

Coffee and Cocktails

Thankfully I’m not required to do anything inventorial, janitorial, or sit in a patent office everyday angst ridden for not brainstorming some of the business ideas myself.

My boss is pretty much the only person who doesn’t view me as an idiot. Although, he has never seen me sitting on a bar stool talking like a damn fool. The best part of waking up is having whatever I want in my cup. I spend half the day wondering if it’s too late to drink coffee and the other half wondering if it’s too early for happy hour.

What the Doc Says

When my bossyman tells me to have a nice day, I figure he means to harness any fear of determination and do what pleases me.

And what pleases me is not having continuous confinement. At the same time, he does wield the power to rattle my erudite mind by wanting me to perform certain duties. But instead of sitting at home thinking about windsurfing, I would much rather stand on a sailboard in the glorious outdoors and think about my beloved employer.

Blame it on the basophilic granules surrounding my hippocampal neurons. My doctor says that I have a terminal condition with only another thirty years to live. So I’d like to make the most of it. I’m blemished perhaps. Unfinished for sure.

The Ecosystem

Life has brought peaceful change to both my work and motherly duties.

I can sit quietly in my home knowing it will stay fairly clean and I won’t have to cover the furniture in plastic unless I become increasingly incontinent. What I remember most about having kids at home was that their presence tended to ruffle up my revered ecosystem. There were also those little known dangers of Barbie accessories that can leave lasting impressions in ones soles. Now, it’s only the crow’s feet I have to worry about.

Lasting Impressions

Lasting Impressions


Sleeping Beauty

My floppy frontal lobes won’t be under scrutiny since I’m in a more private place of employment.

I have jettisoned from torturous high heels to elastic unburdening by tossing my bra aside during servitude. And what’s interesting, I get along famously with everyone in my office now. Although my boyfriend came into my work space yesterday and nudged me asking, “Sorry to bother you, but I was wondering if you are Sleeping Beauty and it’s your day off.” Except that Sleeping Beauty was ravishing. My appearance resembles the unglamorized Martha Stewart during her stint in a holding cell.

Something Stinks

There are only a few things that would take me far away from my work.

Jury duty. A flight to Figi. Store bargains. A massage. Terroristic threats. Rain in Spain. The list goes on. I have to keep in mind that I cannot use the excuse during truancy that my uncle died if I’m going to forget that I already used that excuse five times. My employer may have thought it was a bit scamming of me the day I called off saying I was sprayed by a skunk. He had no way of verifying it. How do I know that he himself isn’t possibly bipolar with subtle hints of body odor?

Born a Chicken

When I was employed as a teen, I had a written excuse that I was bitten by a rabid blood thirsty bullhound and signed it, Dr. Zhivago.

I also used the excuse one time that my Chicano brother was kidnapped by the drug cartel in Mexico. Born a blonde, I wanted to see how long it took my boss to realize what nationality I was. There was some truth to it. My brother was a chicken in many ways.

Tiny Details


Tiny Details

Since I work from home, I notice more things now. Cracks in the ceiling. Our parrots tooth decay. How much I love hometown buffets at home. Plans for this afternoon may include driving to Target for more nourishment, and switching out their rose scented deodorants for spring meadow. Although I should probably keep in mind that thirty million fingers are lost yearly due to people touching other people’s things.


There’s always drunk-in-the-middle-of-the-day karaoke.

But I’d have to turn off my phone and my paycheck writer won’t be able to reach me. Either that, or do the loud la la la la, I can’t hear him routine. Though he may force me into early retirement and I’ll be joining Styx singing their stirring anthem Too much time on my hands. I don’t always sing. When I do, I’m usually three sheets to the wind singing soprano and end up losing my voice. Just so you know, it’s not how I lost my virginity.

Mixing Things Up

I have found a few more practical ways to occupy my days.

Like going to the beach with my lover and best buddies, setting up a shade tent, and playing eight hours of Aggravation. Sometimes we mix things up by playing Screw Your Neighbor. You have to rely on cunning in order to insure winning in this competitive world. But mostly, we spend a large part of that time looking for marbles that have fallen into the sand, and get up periodically to take our great galleonic vessels into the seawater so our joints don’t stiffen.

Sounds of the Ocean

Yet a word of warning for those doing this during the work week.

Stay under a tent as well so you don’t walk into your workplace the color of George Hamilton. My boss never knows what shade I am. For all he knows, I look like Edgar Winter. Tom did ask about the background noise of waves and swearing. And although fibbing isn’t part of my moral core, I was forced to tell him it was one of those calming sounds of the ocean CD’s.

But I told him he must have been imagining things when it came to the cursing. Shiftiness is just one of the many services I offer. Other than that, we don’t feel the need for rapid fire interaction or to keep close tabs on one another.

Free Spirit


Free Spirit

Someday I will retire from being an office space oddity. I have a well diversified retirement plan of which several dollars are allocated for a jazzy high powered wheelchair with optimal maneuverability, and the rest set aside for Merlot. The body of an average retiree that is usually immobile and grumpy should therefore be a free spirit and filled with fun and fermentation.