Take this job and shove it...

The weekend is always a welcomed respite from the job; it's tough working when you know that your employer wants you to leave. You WANT to leave but have no place to go...this makes it even more stressful! Gas has gone up .10 a gallon over the weekend.  It's getting so I can't afford the drive in every day; Damned if I do and damned if I don't. I now have to work nearly 2 hours each day just to pay for that day's gas for the commute. What's a girl suppose to do? I have been checking out literary agents to work with Irwin on his book. Most of the bigger publisher's say that an agent is necessary and makes the job easier.  Imagine, my own little Irwin with a publicist! He's already expressed an interest in doing his next book on England or, perhaps, Ireland.  It would seem to me that there might be a good connection between Ireland's leprachauns and a wee little frog (OK, I know that "wee" is Scottish and not Irish, but it works, you gotta admit.) And the Veterans/D-Day tour of the Normandy Beaches continues to lurk in the future as a viable means for living in France.