Monday

I hate my job, but then I have hated every job I’ve ever had. (It is, after all, WORK: the slightly evolved version of lions chasing wildebeests). Every job has had some dreaded, loathsome thing or person or people. I’ve survived. I’ve worked in a lot crazier places than this one. So I guess I’ll hang around where I’m at until some real reason comes along to leave. I might as well make my stand here. Get on with some serious existence. Some breathin and some thinkin. That’s one of the great things of my current job. Lots of opportunities to think. I’ll try to erode some of the rough edges, and I’ll develop some calluses. . . all that serenity stuff.

3 comments:

~The Mighty Kat~ said...

me too

Billy said...

i need an online tech or writing job.

Tree said...

Good luck.