I mean for like 18 out of 24 hours a day, I love what I do.
That's pretty good I think.
I hear a lot of people pissing and moaning that they hate their jobs. Hate is a pretty strong word, right?
I suppose you get where I am going with this.
But there are just some times where I'm driving and it's quiet and my head wanders and I am talking to myself and, and....and.....
I come up with things like:
"I'm fairly smart and creative, why can't I just start my own business?"
or
"There's got to be more to my life than just this."
I guess I tend to wish that I could figure out how to do something I love and get paid for it to the point where it just doesn't feel like work.
People have been just down right crabby lately. Customers, co-workers, bosses.....you name it, they are CRABBY.
To the point where I can't stand to be around any of them.
It is hard for a person who has depression to keep her shit in check with all of the negativity flying around.
If I could run a business from home and do what I love without dodging crab nuggets all freaking day long, that would be just great.
Maybe I just need a vacation....or a margarita......or both.
sigh
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