Monday, July 20, 2009

Take This Job

Dude, d'you get that at the DMV?

It's my first day back at work, and I spent a lot of it sort of in shock. "Wait . . . this is my job? This kinda blows." I know. I'm such an ungrateful wretch. I should be glad I even HAVE a job. This is no time to be unenthusiastic. Now is the time for bright eyes, bushy tails, and ass kissing.

Also: I was so relieved when I finally found this "career." It took me a very long time to get around to it. The thought of trying to convince various hiring entities to take me seriously in some other format seems like a wearying, discouraging odyssey. Lord, preserve me. Literally. Just cook me down into a jam and seal me up with some parrafin. I could use the down time.

I think I should probably work for myself. I have trouble with authority anyway. Of course, if I was my own boss, I'd probably hate myself even more. But it seems like the sheer terror of having no safety net at all could give birth to some serious entrepreneurial brillance. Or homelessness.

If only I had the genes or temperament to snag me a sugar daddy. . . if only I could feel comfortable letting someone else take care of me. Stupid feminist work ethic.


Night Editor said...

Once they solve this health care crisis, it could be more and more of us will think about breaking out on our own, yes? I don't think it counts against you if a sugar daddy is really just a capital investor, no strings attached except business-only ROI.

Hybrid Fat-n-Sassy said...

If it makes you feel any better, one of the many things I admire about you is your determination to take care of yourself, and your success at it.

On a lighter note, I ate a piece of cake with so much frosting it was too much even for me. I passed out on the couch for three hours and now I feel sick as a dog. That's how I take care of myself, sister.

Sassmaster said...

Of course, NE! I don't need a sugar daddy. I need a sugar venture capitalist!

Thanks HFnS. My independence is a good thing, though I often take it too far, to the point of isolation. And I think MY dietary issues are work-related. The compulsion to scarf down cheese doodles, chocolate croissants, and frosting with a little cake are very strong here, much stronger than elsewhere.