Not Tonight Dear, I've Got a Headache
Referring to my "To Be Blogged" list, I realized the next subject up required a little more research than I was willing to do at this hour. The two after that would definitely need visual aides, and all of them would be better off with a few links thrown in for good measure.
Meh. Think I'll just whine about work (Ugh. Yet another night wasted on paperwork) and contemplate my sleeping habits (I really need an off switch for my mind; wish I could just reach in and smack her around every once in a while and say shut up) before heading to bed.
I was given a copy of the Robb Report today, marked with a post-it on the page with the $10,000 shower head. Perfect bedtime browsing; maybe I'll dream of luxury yachts, private jets and the Caribbean. Preferably where I am a guest, not a member of housekeeping.
Sadly, I was never interested in any of the careers that would allow me to invest in a vacation home for $250,000 for 1/12th of ownership.
(Did you do the math? Yeah.)
posted by Vicarious Living @ 12:05 AM
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5 Comments:
Holy Cow!
You know- the careers of electronicly robbing Swiss bank accounts or modifying the lottery system to hit your exact numbers are still available, I believe.
I would send in a resume,but, unfortunately, mine doesn't have anything on it remotely close to qualifying me as a candidate.
;-)
I've never been interested in a 24 hour career. The type that gets you millions, but you spend every minute of every day working, on call, or both.
The 9 to 5 jobs I'm willing to do don't offer nearly as much money...but what's the point if earning all that cash if you can never relax long enough to enjoy it?
You said:
"Sadly, I was never interested in any of the careers that would allow me to invest in a vacation home for $250,000 for 1/12th of ownership."
So horribly horribly true! There should be a week in JRHigh Health class where they discuss the possiblity of mental anguish and poverty as related to job stress and career choice--
uh, did that make any sense at all?
Then Paulius said:
"I've never been interested in a 24 hour career. The type that gets you millions, but you spend every minute of every day working, on call, or both."
So true!! For example--I only want to work about 2 hours aday--then I get so pissed about being poor . . .
One of my ultimate goals is to just do the job that makes me happy. If it makes me money, so be it. If not, at least I'm happy.
Sounds terribly idealistic, and it is, but then again I'm a terribly idealistic person sometimes.
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