Friday, December 05, 2003
It's Friday. You Ain't Got No Job
Didn’t they already make this movie?
It’s Friday. My second to last Friday here in my current job. I am really going to miss how cush this place is. Our generous vacation time and made up holidays. Our post office, medical center, cafeteria and convienience store. Coming to work and walking through exhibits and galleries. Sigh. I will never have bosses and coworkers this great again, I’m 99% sure of it.
For a moment last night I felt like I didn’t even want to work in this field anymore. I don’t want to play.
I’ll not LIKE you anyMORE.
Ugh. I should have stayed in Real Estate. Except for my discomfort with selling things. This was my M.O. ...
We’re standing in the front yard.
lady: “Can you hear the trains from here?”
me: “Sometimes, if the wind is right. Don’t you like the sound of trains?”
The lady makes a face. I don’t like her anymore but must not let her know this.
Oh well. I have wanted to be so much. Like, I can or could once completely visualize doing the following: G.O. (work at Club Med as a silk painting teacher and windsurfing instructor), Writer of children’s books and smut novellas, Real Estate Agent, Editor, Librarian, Researcher, Surgeon, Sharp Shooter (special ops), Physicist, and Web Programmer.
I think I’d also like to be a ballerina and a cowgirl when I grow up.
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