The Other Side of the Fence
A couple of weeks ago, I drove to Saint Helena and sat in the prettiest field in the world to eat my lunch, looked at my surroundings, and thought I would never be happier any other moment in my entire life. I got paid to do this. A couple of days ago, I went to the Crab and Fennel Fest and sat at the VIP table and drank out of $300 magnums of wine and devoured dungeness at no cost to me. Tomorrow I get my quarterly performance review which will take place at a decadently delicious golf course restaurant. Next week I fly to LA and stay in a fancy hotel and eat at fancy restaurants all on my bosses' dime. Then in a month, I am absolutely required to represent the company at our annual shareholder's dinner at the Hotel Healdsburg, which is a far fancier enterprise than I have ever visited on my own.
Is this really my job? Am I going to wake up from this fantasy anytime soon?
The prettiest field in the world, St Helena.
By the way, those yellow flowers are why I can never leave California. I love them too much.
Is this really my job? Am I going to wake up from this fantasy anytime soon?
The prettiest field in the world, St Helena.
By the way, those yellow flowers are why I can never leave California. I love them too much.