March 9, 2011
but, instead - i'm working. and not the deep, soul satisfying work...but the kind that makes you want to kick curbs and curse because you're so pissed. and being pissed doesn't really solve the problem - but it allows you to vent without expressing anger at the one (or two) people that have caused you to be in this predicament. because that will not solve the problem any better than kicking the curb....and all you get are bruised toes and a bruised ego. *sigh*
so i stare out my window and wonder why i wasn't born independently wealthy or some sort of nonsense. because if i was, i would run off to paris, or tuscany, or timbuktu...or someplace really exotic, like...the moon. and then i wouldn't have to deal with idiots...or...the idiots would be so different and intriguing that i wouldn't notice they were idiots. and i wouldn't have to tell people that have worked hard and through no fault of their own, their contract is severed because some idiot didn't research law very well and i hired them thinking it was cool...but it wasn't really cool and now ...i have to end the contract and figure out how to pay them.
tell me again why i wasn't born independently wealthy.
scribbled by Char