Working sucks.
I was thinking the other day, about the things that are going on in my life, and I have decided the main problem is that I work. 5 days a week, 52 weeks a year, for the term of my natural life. Or so it feels.
It doesn’t help I work with asshats. My boss is fine, if not an ‘interesting’ personality to work for (similar to Fatty Vautin, for you Aussies), but the accountant is a pig, and the highlight of the other staff members day is working out how many bread rolls my boss would like for lunch, then trotting out to buy them. He takes his roll run very seriously. Too seriously really.
This guy is a 45 year old man in a 94 year olds body. Seriously. If I get to the stage where I huff and puff just from walking up a few stairs, if I get to be that overweight I have gout and other assorted ailments, shoot me. Please.
But enough about other people, and back to me, the only one that matters.
I don’t want to work.
I want to stay home in my Pj’s, spending time on teh intermaweb, polishing my php and css skills to maybe make some wordpress themes, pottering in my vegetable garden, learning photography, making my own soap and candles, baking up a storm, and generally doing whatever the hell I want. Rather than what I have to do.
Taking in foster children would also be awesome. My ex and I did that a few years ago, but had to stop because we split up and blah blah. It’s most rewarding thing you could do for a little person.
When I was younger, I wanted to be a writer, presumably as did 75 percent of the internet. In primary school, I’d spend a good proportion of my holidays wandering about with a notepad furiously writing. About what I don’t recall. I still look back and wish I had pursued that.
If you didn’t have to work, what would you do instead? Take up crochet? Macrame perhaps? Open up a brothel?
What did you want to be when you were a kid? Before you growed up?
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A crocheting brothel Madame with a black belt in Macrame sounds good to me
Waddaya mean, ‘before I growed up’?
When did that happen and why wasn’t I told?!
By Jayne on 07.10.08 4:27 pm | Permalink
Shit, I hardly work now, but my work has taken me to Fiji and I get home tomorrow, yet still I feel an emptiness within.
I have had heaps of jobs, and none fulfilled me, though the one i now have is by far the best.
Even with all my time off, I find I sometimes feel as though i don’t do enough to “make me happy”, which leads me to believe that it is not whether I work, or what i do that makes me content, but more how i view myself, and how I choose to find personal inner peace and contentment.
By TEX on 07.10.08 4:56 pm | Permalink
opening up a brothel raises some interesting possibilities………
I guess I’m not the person to be answering this seeing as how I don’t work and I do crochet, bake, make my own shampoo etc to my hearts content.
By Bettina on 07.10.08 5:31 pm | Permalink
That was my most hated question when I was growing up, because I didn’t have a clue what I wanted to do. I still don’t *sigh*
By frogpondsrock on 07.11.08 8:43 am | Permalink
When I was little I wanted to be either a poodle or a cop. I’m almost done with my degree in Law Enforcement, specialty in Crime Scene but as I’m too old to chase bad guys I’ll just wait until someone else shoots and kills them.
Honestly? I really want to be a stay at home mom but I’m the sole income so it’s not in the playbook.
Back to dead people I guess.
By Queen Goob on 07.11.08 9:23 am | Permalink
I wanted to be the pope. I thought it looked like a fun gig.
By Ozfemme on 07.11.08 4:52 pm | Permalink
I work part time and my work arrangement is good for me at the moment. I am pretty settled and the routine of my life is good for my mental health.
Having spent a good part of my last 25 years living in different countries and doing different work, I am grateful for my simple life that I have now.
If money wasn’t an issue, I would find something that the family wanted to do and do it.
By Colin Campbell on 07.12.08 5:03 pm | Permalink
I don’t work now, Suze and i’m here to tell you there is just a new level of emptiness.
If I could do anything in the world now?
I would be a doctor.
When I was growing up I wanted to be a nurse and then an opera singer. LOL
With all my kidlets? I would love just to be at home but with some interesting things going on on the side…um a craft club, I don’t know really.
Anything but being in the hospital or stuck inside 24/7 sound great today.
By tiff on 07.13.08 11:28 am | Permalink
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