That moment when you tell your (loving, not-at-ALL-abusive) family that you might lose your job and one of them says, with no trace of humour, black or any other colour, "Good. Now you can get a real job."
Because at some point, it all becomes funny. And predictable. And predicability can yield satisfaction, particularly when there is little else to enjoy in a relationship.
Jen Selk Speaks is the personal blog of ... you guessed it - Jen Selk! Random musings, self-indulgent rants, tmi moments, whatever your voyeristic pleasure, you'll find it here (within reason). Once in awhile, the blog may even contain something substantive.