There’s nothing quite as beautiful as a 3-day weekend.
In fact, I took off Friday and made it 4. Because I’m greedy.
I’m always just a bit afraid of letting myself have too much time off because it’s in those brief moments that I regain my sanity and sense of work/life balance in the world and I consider never going back. I run through the entire thing – how much money do I have in the bank, how many months can I make it without a job, is anyone hiring in my field right now, and am I fully prepared to take the plunge and answer a lot of questions from family.
The answer to all of those things is rarely yes.
Maybe one day it will be again. I can’t imagine how much money I would need to have saved in order to feel okay just not having income until I find a job that doesn’t suck my soul out of my body through a tiny crazy straw.
I could, of course, just look for a job while I’m still gainfully employed and just make the switch. But every time I go back, I get brainwashed. Brainwashed! I forget how delicious the sweet nectar of sanity is and I hunch up at my little computer desk in my windowless cave as the lack of sunlight depletes the color from my skin.
My children will be mutants – half human, half bug-eyed, pale-skinned, gangly office creatures. They’ll shun sunlight and happiness.
I really need a get-rich-quick scheme to come through for me. I’ve had a lot of ideas, but none so awesome as the Pet Rock. That guy was a genius.
It’s either that or win the lottery, and I don’t think those 1-dollar scratch offs ever got me anything but a free ticket and a second chance to be disappointed.
So I need to get serious about my million dollar idea. I need to dedicate more time to finding it. If someone can take a terracotta pot, make it into different shapes, put an easy plant to grow in it, and attach a catchy jingle and retire early in life, I can certainly dream up something with a little million-dollar potential. Or a rock that you personalize and call a pet. A ROCK.
There’s gotta be something I’m not getting here… something I can grab in my brain and shake the money out of.
Then it’s hello to infinite days off. ♣
Let's hope these chairs stay there until my success. Dibs!
The Jackie Blog 
Hey, let’s blow up posters of your picture of the beach, roll it up, put it in a tube with a chilled bottle of Corona (and a lime) and call it Vaca in a Tube! We’ll make millions, Jackie, millions! Bwaahhahaha!
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aaahaha you know what – people would actually buy that. Because it’s funny. Let’s get working.
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Good luck Jackie that is all I can say, but oif you do manage to sell a rock as a pet do let me know
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Well it worked once – perhaps I can remarket it for another go? http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pet_Rock
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ahhhh Right now I would do anything to have my very pale, overworked butt in that chair.
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can’t you just feel the breeze on your pasty face?
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Jackie – You need to find a way to get paid to blog because this one is right on the money!
And so here we are….. Monday morning…. let the soul sucking begin
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It turns on fast and hard, like a Hoover – doesn’t it. *sigh*
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