A Day Worker

I am completely stressed out as I don't have any significant work for the month of October.

Now that I am a day worker its unsettling to know there are 31 days in which I don't actually have anything lined up.

It is probable work will trickle in, yet my gut is in a knot as I can't help myself from staring at the October calendar without any appointments other than a teeth cleaning on the 8th. I suppose it frees me up to decorate for Halloween, yet I remain unsure what I will do with the remaining 30 3/4 days of the month after this is accomplished.

This week is full, and as a result I am also concerned I don't have enough time to get everything done by the end of the month.

"You are never happy," Gioconda said tonight after I expressed how I was completely exhausted from working so much this week, coupled with the potential despair of not having any work for the entire month of October, and that the combination of these two things had given me a sore throat.

She has a valid point. Objectively, it would appear as though I am relatively unhappy being busy, yet equally- or arguably more dissatisfied when my calendar is barren.

"Living with you can be so difficult," she said.

"You have no idea," I replied.