Weight: More than last time
Current Pet Peeve: Snow
Occupational Hazard: Hating ones job
I think last Monday was a very pivotal day in the grand scheme of things that which is my life. I've always know that I hated working in customer service for my last employer, but I finally realized that I hate working in customer service for every company, I don't care who they are. However, my previous employer does have a special place in my hate-heart. But, last Monday, I realized that if I sat in my computer chair, wearing a headset, being connected to an auto dialing phone as if it were my life source any longer I was going to die; Probably taking people with me in the process.
Sure... What I do does indirectly help feed the starving babies in Ethiopia, but I can't do this* any longer! I need to actually be doing something. Only, problem now is... What should I do with my life? What do I wanna be when I grow up?
"When I grow up I wanna be a pastry chef, maybe a Pastor's wife, or a dinosaur."
Tonight my Dad asked me how I would know when I was grown up. (I constantly make it a point for him to know that I am most definitely not a grown up.) I think that my answer should have been something so much more substantial than what I actually told him. I should have said something more like... "I'll be grown up with I can financially support myself and perhaps another person." or "I'll be a grown up when I learn to diversify funds and have my own stock portfolio." Sadly, I said nothing of the sort.... I told him, "I'll be grown up when I can buy my very own pre-lit fake Christmas tree." I'm not really sure what that means... But, it seemed to satisfy his query, maybe he realized that I'll probably never grow up and I'll be that crazy 60 year old lady who eats too much candy, travels far too much, and owns at least one sparkly jogging suit with matching walking shoes.
*Sitting 8-10 hours a day, inbound and outbound contact with donors for one of the largest NGO's (Non-Government Organization's) in the US... That shall remain nameless.
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