I can’t help but wonder how many people love their job. Exactly how many people actually look forward to going to work every day? I don’t. I wish I did. But I don’t.
I think it’s funny how when you are young, the number one question any adult will ask is ‘What do you want to be when you grow up?’ The answer changes often. A teacher! No, a doctor! No, a fireman! No, a marine biologist! No, a photographer! No, a clown!! 9 times out of 10 you end up being none of those things. Cripes! 9 times out of 10 you aren’t even working in the same field in which you got your college degree.
So, why do we do it? Has adulthood become all about titles, salary and status and less about passion, love and interest? Confucius said ‘Choose a job you love and you will never have to work a day in your life.’ That Confucius was a smart dude.
I know many of you have asked yourself this very same question. “What is the most effed up commercial ever?” I have the answer. You’re welcome.
I will never smoke again. Ever.
Let’s see, what else. I have been thinking about debt lately. Isn’t everyone in debt? Honestly. I never have cash and always use my debit card. For this reason alone, I feel like I always have money. Like there is no limit to the fun I can have. There is, but you know what I mean. I am wondering if it would be a better idea to take out a set amount of cash for the week. Then, if I run out....I can use my debit card. Haha! NO! Just kidding. If I run out of cash, I’m done. No more Starbucks or cupcakes. My only problem with that is how much cash do I allow for the week? Grocery shopping, gas, cawfee, entertainment. I suck at budgeting and anything that involves math. I need someone to tell me. Actually, I just need someone to take care of me. So, I guess it’s official. I either need to marry a rich man or a frugal man. Rich would be better, der, but frugal would balance me out. While I’m still taking applications for a rich husband, I will also consider applications for a financially responsible husband. Haha!
In the meantime, send me the names of anyone who falls into either category. I’ll enter them into the love calculator and see if it’s worth looking into. Thanks.
Oh, and by the way, blue M&M’s mend spinal injuries. The downside? You turn blue for a while. I think this would be super fun. My spine would be healed & I’d be blue. I would totally say things like ‘Oh, I’m feeling blue.’ and sign my name ‘Smurfette’ and randomly shout ‘Go, Toronto!!’ Yea…that’s what I’d do….if I were blue.
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