Work is not something I'm ever enthusiastic about. I enjoy working. I'm usually good at what I do. It keeps me entertained for short periods of time. It provides money, which is one happy benefit. But I am never enthusiatic about it.
I'm a daydreamer. I find repetitive tasks tedious. If I could survive on philosophy and coconut milk and nothing else, I'd park myself under my coconut tree in the Caribbean and wile away the days.
Finding a job that keeps me interested beyond the first few weeks is never easy. The few I have found were great, but due to the circumstances of them, I choose to leave. One was in the middle of butt fuck nowhere. The other was in a great spot, but too far away from home.
Now I'm close to home and can't find a job that's not dreary beyond words. I'll say one thing about job hunting, it makes you appreciate the pure silliness of economics. Five hundred years from now when we live in a currency free world, I'll look back on this post and laugh, laugh, laugh.
Ha ha.
