When I Grow Up.
June 21, 2005 12:19 p.m.
With a work injury you have a limited amount of things you can do, and one of them involves, typing. So yeah I’ve been doing it non-stop, I’ve wrote emails, some poems, started asking questions all over to the web on source codes and such, and I’ve also been finding some great diaries to read so I bookmarked ‘em, so that I can harass them more in the future.
Now that I have physical limitations I’ve updated this diary like every day for the past week opposed to twice every month, yes, I get that bored, but I Love not working. It’s like I went to heaven and there were puppies everywhere, but no money to feed them… that’s my dilemma, no money, but still not working is fantastic.
Mike will graduate to level one in a little over a week now and I’m so excited. His grade average is at a 97 percentile, the boy is a fucking genius. So he should use his huge brain to figure out where he’s going to get the best paying job. I am trying to figure out where I can work that will pay me well too, and I’ve come up with nadda.
I want to be a secretary and play on the computer all day and watch my ass grow, but it’s unlikely I’ll get what I want without a degree in business administrative or some crap like that. There's always room for hope. Well, I’m off to dine on a ham and cheese Lean Pocket!
And I Quote: "If you love your job, you haven't worked a day in your life." --Tommy Lasorda