Looks like I won’t be working this summer, after all.

You’ve probably heard me talk about a work-from-home opportunity that I have been pursuing. If you follow me on Twitter, you’ve definitely heard me talk about it. A LOT.

In March, I began the certification course for a certain software company and on my very first day of class, I found that the desktop computer I planned on using to service the client didn’t have sufficient memory to load all of the programs necessary. So…strike one.

A few weeks ago, I found another great opportunity to service a similar company and signed right up. I went through the entire two week certification course. I loaded the programs on my laptop – er, my husband’s old laptop – and became incredibly anxious/excited/nervous to begin working again yesterday.

It didn’t go so well. After opening all of my programs and waiting almost an entire hour for my first call to come in, my system froze. As in, “Hi, you can see me but don’t you dare try to click anything because I will scorn you!”

Yeah. So…I basically had to give up the 7 hours I was supposed to work this week and step out of the program. My laptop can’t handle the amount of programs that my job would have required to be up and running at the same time.

Damn. Strike two.

Don’t get me wrong, I wasn’t super excited to go back to being stuck on the phone all day. Well, ‘all day’ is an exaggeration. It would have been 15 hours a week. What I was excited about was making a few hundred bucks a month to throw around…

My husband just landed a new job in which he will be traveling every month. To the Caribbean. Expenses like hotel and rental car paid.

I wanna go!

Now that my work-from-home job is kaput, what shall I do?

Spend all summer swimming in the pool, reading books, blogging, taking my daughter to the beach, hosting BBQs?

Fine.