Work
Okay, so maybe I'm just a bit morbid, or really need to start taking some concentrated Prozac, Zoloft, and everything else that housewives take to prevent them from butchering their entire family, but god this summer sucks, and the worst part, is its making me wonder how much the whole real world working thing is going to suck, I believe the answer is a lot. As my poor Angelina has found out, office work blows. That’s what I do most of the day, most being all, office work. Spreadsheets, data entry, meetings, general office work. And granted, I will not be working at the Pan American Health Org forever, how unlike this the rest of my life will be. I mean, if I become and economist or a political scientist or a Foreign Service officer, it’s always gonna be some sort of office work, maybe I will be more connected to the end result and therefore it will seem more purposeful, but still. I mean seriously, it sucks. So I have come up with a plan, I will work until I pay off student loans, yay mortgaging my soul ok more than slightly drastic but still, and save up some money, and then imp opening a restaurant. I know they tank easily and they have to be super trendy before they are successful and that’s even more true with spa, I kind of want to do this whole homeopathic healthy thing, its the only thing that I actually like doing, well that, sleep, television, reading, and eating, but developing career in those fields are rather difficult. Seriously though, if you find anyone who is willing to pay me to sleep, send it my way. Seriously dudes, the thought of being like 40 and going to an office makes me want to cry. I don't care if I lose my soul as the business collapses, I would be happier if it didn't though, I just don't think I can live such a dull existence. You know what would be cool though, being a museum curator that seems like a really neat job since you work with art and other cool stuff. But yeah, I have noticed this crazy trend that all the jobs I want to do are on the crazy creative side, and I am studying a subject matter that can't get any boringly greyer. Anyway, I should get back to work, though I am getting rather sleepy and it is not even 10am yet. If I can just stay awake till lunch, then ill be able to get a frappuchino with 4 shots of espresso. That would keep anyone up. Oh, before I go, France blows and I will never forgive them for cheating to beat Brazil, even if they didn't cheat this time, so blatantly.