Oh great guidance counselor in the sky. What occupation am I made to occupy?
Insomnia mixed with general dissatisfaction with my earnings of paltry wages makes for a night of sober introspection. (I can't believe I forgot to buy some beer on my way home.)
But the resume is in for the dream job. Now I just have to wait for them to call. And wait. And wait.
Between now and then, a push must be made to make more money. It'll be hard for any other places to compete with the good health insurance I currently receive. And my current coworkers are awesomely kind and cool. But the thing is the cash. Ain't it always.
I did find a buck for a lottery ticket today. Because who knows. I guess I support that regressive tax.
And if that works out, you're all invited to a party.