Date: July 10th, 2010
For the past two weeks, I have felt like I needed a break from everything. I love this project, but there is no stopping, no sitting down, no just having a day off. I love my job, but its so incredibly tiring to know how much stuff the clients are having to deal with on a daily basis. I love my friends and family, but sometimes a girl just needs to sit and watch some TV. Enter housesitting.
A friend of Justin's asked him if he could watch her house and puppy for the weekend while she was out of town and, with her permission, he asked me to come keep him company. Now the puppy, a shih tzu/yorkie mix, was adorable and well behaved, so there was very little to actually, you know, do at the house. So we sat, watched some TV, wrote some bloggings, slept, drank pop and ate pizza. Other than making sure no one broke in, keeping the dog happy and not wrecking up the place, housesitting was literally no work at all.
Well, unless you count the incredible hassle that was figuring out someone else's cable set up. I mean, really? How hard is it to make these things universal, Comcast? Just saying.
It was the perfect break. I got to put my feet up (not on the couch, of course) and relax, knowing that this was still a new experience, albeit the most relaxing one I've had yet. I can't say there was any great insight or lesson in housesitting, except that I'd be totally happy to do it again. It is exactly as the term describes - you go to a house and you sit in it. And here I was expecting to have to work over the weekend.
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