Bring your wife to work day/week/summer

Last Tuesday Jesse came home from work and said "hey, how would you feel about working this summer at Bold?"  And I was like "you said you don't want me working there."  Turns out Jody needs some help in the office, covering phones and such, and Jesse said "dude, just hire Rianna.  She will work for $20/hour."  Well later Jesse got a text saying that Charlie approved me working as a temp (not for $20/hour, unfortunately).  We talked about it, and decided that it probably wouldn't be the best idea, especially with Cricket coming.  It wouldn't be super fun to be stuck in our apartment all summer all alone.  No fun at all.
So the next morning I was sitting on the couch, watching music videos, trying to work up the energy to do the dishes, when my phone rang.
"Hey, Dave says he needs your help in the shop.  He'll take you whenever he can get you."  And so began my week of juggling.  I threw on some shoes, grabbed an extra shirt, and headed in to the shop.
By the time I got there, it was 9:55, and I had to be at Party Planet by 11, so it wasn't a super profitable morning, but I followed Annie around nevertheless, and started having flashbacks to being 16 and working off my first car.  My dad and I found my beautiful 1970 Nova (later dubbed Tetanus) in the junkyard owned by Dennis Stafford (later dubbed the Mayor of Colton), and worked off the equivilent of $500 for it.  Most of my working involved sorting a big rack of various nuts, bolts, hooks, screws, and other things I didn't even recognize.
I ditched and ran to Party Planet for a couple hours, where I changed into a clean shirt and scrubbed most of the grease off my hands.  Under the fingernails was a lost cause.  Don't even bother.  when I got back I had another three hours ahead of me of organizing a really heavy box full of little bags of little parts labeled things like 0808ER.725 BD or 0804ER.225 SS or 223RX526.  I still have no idea what they all were, but I attempted to put them all in numerical order so that Jason will have an easier time dealing with them all on Monday.  Hopefully that will make up for the fact that I opened like, 6 bags of something (each bag containing 1000 little parts, I think) before realizing that he is going to have to count every single on of them on Monday.  Oops.  I'm probably going to have to help him, which serves me right.

The next day I had off from Party Planet, so I came in at 7:30 with Jesse and followed Annie around some more, doing inventory and stuff, but it was her last day in Texas and she was pretty distracted doing her own work.  She kept telling me things like "Go move that pallet" and when I came back she would say "are you already done?  Go put that box upstairs.  Why are you so fast?  Uhhhh..."  Finally she ran out of things to have me do except saying that she needed to find a table and put it somewhere so that all the stuff that was in this one place could be put on it and lined up so that when they find a rack they can have everything ready to put on the rack..."or you can go help Jody."
I glady chose staying in the air conditioned office, stuffing flyers into manilla envelopes, opening and sorting the mail (Dave gets the magazines, Jody gets the bills), taking the company car to get it inspected (where the guy asked me how many miles were on it and then announced that it passed...I think inspections are usually supposed to involved inspecting things, but whatevs), and printing out UPS labels.  Jesse seemed to think that I wasn't capable of typing information into a computer, because he had to come over and check everything that I was doing.  I was doing it right.

The problem with working multiple jobs is that it's hard to keep my routine that I have become quite accustomed to.  Get up, make Jesse breakfast, read/sleep for an hour or so, do the dishes, walk to work at 10:40, call my mother while I walk home and 1, do my workout from 2-2:30, take a shower, and be back downstairs by 3:00 when Castle is on.  Then Jesse gets home aruond 5, which is when I start dinner, so we can eat at 5:30, make popcorn at 6, and have ice cream at 7.  At 9 Jesse takes his shower, and then we go to bed and I read him Harry Potter until 10, so that I can get 8 hours of sleep and do it all over again.
I worked out once last week...but it's really hard to make myself get up and do stuff after I've been up doing stuff all day.  I'm gonna get fat when school starts, just wait and see.

Parting note: it's really hard to wear pants more than once when you're hanging out in a machine shop.  I hope next week I get to spend more time inside.  I probably won't be that lucky though...