I'm The Boss of Me

My husband and I have pretty evenly divided the tasks that are needed to keep our house, property and animals in tip top shape. OK, in reality, he does a lot more than I do, which I appreciate more than he knows. I guess I should tell him that more often.

In any case, one of my tasks is bookkeeper, or as I like to be called, the Money Juggler. I move money between multiple banks and accounts, schedule and pay bills, and balance checkbooks. And I mean balance checkbooks - to the penny. I really can't sleep if I allow that 23 cents to continue to elude me.

Some days, I sit at the desk shuffling papers and checkbooks, tapping on the calculator, moving from website to website, writing checks, revising our monthly budget. After awhile, I look up in a stupor to find that hours have gone by. My stomach is rumbling, I'm thirsty, my muscles are stiff. What kind of boss would force someone to work without a break like that? Oh, that's right. Me. Now that I'm retired, I am the boss of me. But guess what? I am working for myself, my husband, our animals, and our wonderful Idaho life. So I'll put up with my new boss. She did give me a really nice office space to use.

 As I work, I can look out the window and see our season's first fawn eating and hear birds singing. Not bad.

I can also bring all of my animals to work, including the four cats! Now what other employer would let you do that?

And I haven't even mentioned the fact that I can wear whatever I want. I won't mention what I have on right now, but you can bet I would get called in to the boss' office and sent home to change.

So I think I'll keep this job, even if my new boss sometimes doesn't let me get up and go get a snack until I feel faint. Now I just need to find that 23 cents so I don't fire myself.