Sunday, February 12, 2006
Saturday 11 FEB
It's days like today that make me wonder where and how I went wrong. Did I run over someone's cat and cause a Kharma issue? Do I not have my furniture arranged in the proper Feng Shui? Are my reds too red or my greens too yellow? Should I be praying to a cow?
I case I haven't mentioned it, I answer the phones for a MAJOR credit card issuing bank here in Mid-Coast Maine. If that doesn't ring a bell, let me add that we were just gobbled up like so much turkey at Thanksgiving diiner by another large bank whose offices are in Charlotte, NC, whose name I won't mention to protect, well, me.
I don't want to offend anyone (you ever notice that when domeone says that or "with all due respect" what they really mean is, "Hey, listen. I know you will be offended and I have no respect whatsoever for you or any of your ancestry and probably the next four generations to follow you, but in order to avoid litigation, possible firing and/or an ass whupping, I feel obligated to offer up this pitiful veiled disclaimer. Have a nice day, you ignorant ass!"), but if you have nothing better to do at 10 am on a Saturday morning than call your credit card company and complain about how long it has taken you to earn enough points to get that new beannie baby, well, no wonder the test scores of the children in the United States have slipped so far in the last 50 years. GET A LIFE!
But that's neither here nor there. I guess that is my issue. I think that I am capable of soooo much more in this or any other life. It is sometimes easier to not put forth any more effort and just kind of float through the day. I have been fortunate to have been able to weasel myself into a position that, quite frankly, requires little or no thought, effort and zero physical exertion. I am not challenged and that shows thoughout my lackluster performance. I often get asked the question, "If you don't like it here and don't seem to really care, why stay?" Honestly? 42K a year, the best medical and dental package around, new glasses every other year, no one stabbing, shooting, throwing bodily fluids at or on me. Add to it, $2000 in schooling paid for each year and the four children I support and there are my excuses. All in all, it's not a bad job, just boring as all get out.
I have dreams of going to a culinary school and opening my own fine Irish/Old world restaurant with a pub atmosphere. Of course, 10 years ago I thought about trying to turn pro as a golfer. 4 years ago it a professional poker player. When I was 8, I KNEW I was going to be the greatest drag racer ever. At 19 I knew I was going to die in some Central America jungle that noone had ever heard of all for the beauracracy of the government I had sworn to defend and honor. That one almost came true. The others? Let's just close that thought with, I drive a mini van,
I guess in my stretch to find anything that resembles a point, it would be that I am unsettled and unsatisfied. My theory is that the first step to any recovery is identifying that there is a problem. Next step is to do something about it. So I am planning to go to culinary school. Or hot rodding the Caravan....
I case I haven't mentioned it, I answer the phones for a MAJOR credit card issuing bank here in Mid-Coast Maine. If that doesn't ring a bell, let me add that we were just gobbled up like so much turkey at Thanksgiving diiner by another large bank whose offices are in Charlotte, NC, whose name I won't mention to protect, well, me.
I don't want to offend anyone (you ever notice that when domeone says that or "with all due respect" what they really mean is, "Hey, listen. I know you will be offended and I have no respect whatsoever for you or any of your ancestry and probably the next four generations to follow you, but in order to avoid litigation, possible firing and/or an ass whupping, I feel obligated to offer up this pitiful veiled disclaimer. Have a nice day, you ignorant ass!"), but if you have nothing better to do at 10 am on a Saturday morning than call your credit card company and complain about how long it has taken you to earn enough points to get that new beannie baby, well, no wonder the test scores of the children in the United States have slipped so far in the last 50 years. GET A LIFE!
But that's neither here nor there. I guess that is my issue. I think that I am capable of soooo much more in this or any other life. It is sometimes easier to not put forth any more effort and just kind of float through the day. I have been fortunate to have been able to weasel myself into a position that, quite frankly, requires little or no thought, effort and zero physical exertion. I am not challenged and that shows thoughout my lackluster performance. I often get asked the question, "If you don't like it here and don't seem to really care, why stay?" Honestly? 42K a year, the best medical and dental package around, new glasses every other year, no one stabbing, shooting, throwing bodily fluids at or on me. Add to it, $2000 in schooling paid for each year and the four children I support and there are my excuses. All in all, it's not a bad job, just boring as all get out.
I have dreams of going to a culinary school and opening my own fine Irish/Old world restaurant with a pub atmosphere. Of course, 10 years ago I thought about trying to turn pro as a golfer. 4 years ago it a professional poker player. When I was 8, I KNEW I was going to be the greatest drag racer ever. At 19 I knew I was going to die in some Central America jungle that noone had ever heard of all for the beauracracy of the government I had sworn to defend and honor. That one almost came true. The others? Let's just close that thought with, I drive a mini van,
I guess in my stretch to find anything that resembles a point, it would be that I am unsettled and unsatisfied. My theory is that the first step to any recovery is identifying that there is a problem. Next step is to do something about it. So I am planning to go to culinary school. Or hot rodding the Caravan....
