Damn The Luck

I really don't care much for money.  I wish it was something I never had to think about.  Just the thought of bills and dollars and numbers is enough to make my head spin.  Unfortunately, money does make the world go around.  As much as I don't want to dwell on it, it is a necessity in order to provide for my family.  That being said, working for Ebay sucks these days.  Yes, I said it; I work for Ebay.  I generally tell people I work for myself, but when Ebay rolls out an ass load of changes to their site that impacts my listings, I feel like I just work for Ebay.  The man calls all the shots; I suck it up and take it in the ass.  Excuse my language if you will, but it's been a rough week.  With approximately 700 items online, I think of myself as a small time seller in the Ebay realm.  With that many listings online though, it hardly feels "small time" when I have to manually change all those listings because Ebay decided to add "style" and "country of manufacture" to their list of item specifics.  Now I get to spend the next week or two setting aside an hour or more of my evenings to change each listing to describe my dresses as sheath, pencil/wiggle, shift, bodycon, peplum, etc.  Doesn't that sound exciting? Who's cheering?  Not this lady....
On a lighter note, one of my raccoon friends came to visit tonight.  I saw him climb into my trashcan, and I thought I would give him a small loaf of zucchini bread.  I came out with the bread and stopped for a second.  I'm standing there, bread in hand, while the raccoon is rummaging through my trash trying to find leftovers.  This can't be an easy feat since I recycle, because a lot of our trash is rinsed and put into a different canister for recycling; which doesn't leave many crumbs for the taking.  So, I'm standing there realizing he has no idea I'm there.  I don't want to frighten him, so I don't want to throw open the lid on the trash can.  There seemed to be only one logical thing to do.  So I did it.  I knocked on the lid of my trash can.  Right away I hear a loud thump and see the lid rock upwards a bit.  Then the lid popped open quickly and out popped a very large raccoon.  Oh dear, it's not my friendly little raccoon at all.  It's the old, very large raccoon with the rotten disposition.  Ah well, I've already gotten myself into this predicament, nothing to do now but forge ahead I suppose.  I stepped back and showed him the bread, set it down near the trash, and commenced to walking back up on the deck to smoke.  Yes.....I confess...I'm smoking again.  *sigh*.
It doesn't take him long to finish before he waddles back up the steps and approaches me with a look that begs for more food.  When he steps back and hisses and growls that low, menacing, guttural growl, I realize my indoor only cat has snuck onto the  porch with me in all of his innocence and curiosity.  I quickly stand and try to coax my cat back into the house before he gets eaten for dinner by my not-so-friendly neighborhood raccoon.
Task complete, I set out a bowl of trail mix and set back to work modifying hundreds of Ebay listings.  Just when I feel like I'm on a roll, my front door opens and I hear, "Mom?"  Will I ever get to enjoy even a moment of silence?  Oh tomorrow, you can't get here quick enough!  I need a new day full of sunshine, where trails await me and my bike.  Tonight I'll go to sleep not with visions of sugarplums dancing in my head, but of rocks and trees and leaves and solitude....