Retirement at 30 is awesome. I get to do pretty much anything I want on a given day, which sometimes includes helping hubs out at his screamingly successful business. I get to do the fun stuff, which lately has meant helping with recruiting new employees.
The calls go something like, “Hi there. Your resume looks pretty fancy and wouldn’t you like to make enough money that your wife doesn’t have to work anymore? Yes? Well then you should come in for an interview.”
I’m great at it. Well, sorta.
It also means I’m on hand for any other odds and ends things he needs done, which he loves and I enjoy because I end up feeling useful at least once a week. I guess that’s my minimum.
Today there was an HR explosion that resulted in hubs being alone in the office without an admin, and having an appointment that he needed to get to. Lucky him, I was here, and jumped at the chance to help out.
So now it’s just after 4 p.m. and I’m on my own answering phones until 5.
Which of course means that right now, at this very moment, I have to poop.