Wednesday, February 13, 2008

addict

Ladies and gentlemen, my name is Jennifer and I'm an overcommiter...

I never meant for this problem to get so out of hand. I started off just getting Second Job to help pay the bills. I mean, after all, they came to me. I wasn't looking for another job. Then I was asked to join Junior League. Seems harmless enough. I mean, it's not like there's something going on every night.

Then my former employer begged me to become an ambassador for the Chamber of Commerce because, well, I know everything there is to know about the Chamber. Not to mention, so many of my friends are still involved. Boss 1 and 2 think it's a great program and they're paying for it...why not!

Then a friend in Junior League asked me to write a couple of articles for a local magazine. Well, okay, maybe just a couple. It's not like I'll do this every month. And she did ask really nicely. Oh and you want me to take over planning our 10 year high school reunion? Well, I am one of the few who still live here... and I do have a lot of helpful contacts here. Sounds fun!

I knew I had hit rock bottom today when I found myself seriously considering using vacation days from First Job to meet my deadlines for Second and Third Job. I closed the door to my office, curled up in the fetal position, and cried like a little girl.

2 comments:

Mama Drama Jenny, the Bloggess said...

That totally sucks. But at least you got asked to join Junior League. Here in Houston that's like a mark of high-society-awesomeness. Obviously I've never been asked. Maybe you need to do something to be less attractive to the Junior League so they won't be as demanding. I recommend shop-lifting. It's just enough of a felony to be black-balled and if you don't get caught you at least end up with free stuff. Oh, even better...shoplift from the Junior League thrift shop in front of your peers. And do it really badly so they all notice. Like whistle and look at the sky when you do it.

That would be awesome.

Jennifer said...

Well, let's face it: I am the epitome of high-society-awesomeness. But the black-balling thing sounds naughty and fun. Bargain Blitz is Saturday, so maybe I could steal a bunch of clothes in an obvious way. Like layering them over and over until I look like the Michelin Man and then waddling casually to my car.