It really is time to get off my arse. Customer service is a fulfilling and useful occupation. It is also a slow and painful form of torture. Hell is other people. And other people seem to want to drive me insane by phoning me and being rude.
So... what do I want to do? If I asked my family they'd suggest joining the police (I think my poor eyesight means I can't) which would fulfil my Nan's dreams. If you asked my Mum she'd inform you there is nothing in the world I'd rather be doing than bobbing up the Amazon in a raft studying the flora and fauna. She is of course omnipotent and quite correct. But I really think that particular dream of mine is about as likely as my dream of winning the lottery, having a harem of hung, muscled tops and making the world a better place.
So ideas on a postcard people. Give me some ideas... inspire me!
If you like flora so much you could landscape. I dont' know what the market is over there but they seem to do well in the states. Grown men doing jobs kids won't do anymore charge out the ass! I've always heard if you want money become a doctor or a plumber. I don't like blood guts and bones unless it is in a horror flick and plumbing ruins my day. You'll figure something out.
ReplyDeleteJason Dear,
ReplyDeleteGet thee back to the Uni. Right away. Goldsmiths, perhaps? Something about Blogging and Art Theory. Blog Theory and the Future of the Working Person? The Culture of Blogs in Post-Modern Europe? Get a degree there and you can go for a PhD at University of California San Diego -- heaven on earth!
You are bright, very bright, and your writing is engaging and you have wonderful ideas. You are a star in Blogoverse. Go pro, make some money off it. It's back to school for you!
Seriously,
Ken