Wednesday, October 10, 2007
What Color is Your Parachute?
I haven't quite figured out what I want to be when I grow up yet. In the meantime, I have found myself a halfway decent job that I don't mind going to each day. Well, most of the time.
But my five year plan is don't die. Other than that, I can't picture where I will be in five years. This is the part where all the potential girlfriends see a red flag. My lack of thought toward career has been an issue in a couple of my past relationships.
My question is, why does it matter? Why should my career define me or determine whether or not I'm worthy of a relationship? All that matters is that you have a roof over your head, food on the table, and at the end of the day you get to spend time with family and friends.
Well, that's what us poor people tell each other anyway to make us feel better about our lousy jobs and lack of financial freedom.
I'm still working out this whole powerball jackpot thing with Zoltar. Perhaps me and him should hang out this weekend and have a beer. Who's down for the coast on Saturday?
My job? I'd say I'm pretty much stuck where I'm at. I don't see the potential for growth, at least not in the next five years. And the thing is, I don't want anymore responsibility than what I have right now. Responsibility sucks.
So I guess I just have to keep dealing with people who think I'm going nowhere in life just because my job isn't as important or makes as much money as theirs.
I'm still prettier than you are.
You know who you are.
Bitch.
But my five year plan is don't die. Other than that, I can't picture where I will be in five years. This is the part where all the potential girlfriends see a red flag. My lack of thought toward career has been an issue in a couple of my past relationships.
My question is, why does it matter? Why should my career define me or determine whether or not I'm worthy of a relationship? All that matters is that you have a roof over your head, food on the table, and at the end of the day you get to spend time with family and friends.
Well, that's what us poor people tell each other anyway to make us feel better about our lousy jobs and lack of financial freedom.
I'm still working out this whole powerball jackpot thing with Zoltar. Perhaps me and him should hang out this weekend and have a beer. Who's down for the coast on Saturday?
My job? I'd say I'm pretty much stuck where I'm at. I don't see the potential for growth, at least not in the next five years. And the thing is, I don't want anymore responsibility than what I have right now. Responsibility sucks.
So I guess I just have to keep dealing with people who think I'm going nowhere in life just because my job isn't as important or makes as much money as theirs.
I'm still prettier than you are.
You know who you are.
Bitch.
