i read a little journal excerpt today in which the author lamented about her lack of career. she said "I have no career. I have a noreer. Also known as a jobeer - meaning that I daily perform small tasks that ultimately serve no long-standing benefit". i like the description immensely.
my husband has informed me that he would like to maybe move to denver, colorado when he is done with school in may. our apartment (and the 3 mile lake loop trail near our apartment) has been the site of some interesting conversations as of late. most of which revolve around the fact that i don't really have a career to move anywhere for. i will probably be 75 and still trying to figure out what i want to "do".
jesus, i'm so sick of myself and my lack of decision that i'm telling me to shut it.
i don't want to get a job with a resume, application and three references. I do not want to answer questions like "where do you see yourself in 5 years?" or "why do you want to work for this company?" i do not want to have to be anywhere for 8 hours a day. i don't want to get paid based on any sort of scale or pay-grade according to education, age or gender. i will not attend meetings. you will woo me with a comprehensive health plan that includes dental, vision, where i do not pay one single cent even if i want to go to the dermatologist 15 times a year because of a funky mole. you will woo me with windows that open and a health club and day care. i will bring my dog to work. if you want me to wear suits, you will give me a clothing budget to buy these items - otherwise you will see me in black pants and button-down shirts. i do not drink powdered non-dairy creamer in my coffee. i also don't drink coffee that comes in a vacuum-sealed brick. So there!
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