We're two months out from the BIG DAAAAAAAAAAAY.
Along with assembling the invitations, I've been doing a lot of thinking about job stuff. I know I need to go back to work, while also knowing that I cannot allow myself to be in a situation that makes me as physically and mentally sick as my last job. Does that mean a career outside of social work? I dunno.
(Oh, and about the invites? I don't know why I care so deeply about what they look like, or the wording, or any of the other things I'm reviewing over and over again. If I really wanted a reason, I guess I could just pick any one of the Freudian defense mechanisms and apply blindly.)
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Go back to work AFTER the wedding!
cherry: you're making a lot of sense
if your in-law are anything like mine, they're hoping that by then you'll be living in the suburbs, squirting out puppies, and too occupied preparing dinner and folding socks to care.
ande: in our case, that suburb would be queens. blurg.
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