Getting Laid ( ... Off)
Giggity giggity! Or, more accurately, gig-less gig-less, since ya girl is unemployed now. I've fallen victim to the three words every fully-remote employee dreads hearing: RETURN TO OFFICE. My company eliminated all remote roles, mandating a minimum three-day-per-week presence in the office. And since I live in Ohio and can't exactly commute to NYC three days a week, there went my job. I won't bore you with the details here, but suffice it to say it's a shitty time to work in digital media, and job hunting is a pretty dismal task. However, there's one great thing about being jobless that I didn't expect: I've rediscovered how much I love being a housewife . Yes, "housewife" is an archaic term. I guess I could loosely be considered a stay-at-home mom — but although I am a mom and I do stay at home, I hardly feel entitled to call myself that any more since my kids are gone more often than not. It's not like I'm still wiping butts all day (...
