So I managed to score the interview of a lifetime and I think I have a very good chance of getting the position.
It would be really sad if I didn’t get it seeing as how I would be turning down money to pursue something I love to do.
How often does that happen in life?
Also, it is very very hot today and I am bored. It is too hot to do anything (except blog I suppose), which is counterproductive to becoming a famous author.
Boo, Muggy Weather! Hooray Beer!
Except, that I am trying not to drink so much and save a buck as well.
Will the sadness never end?
I look forward to Autumn when I can wear smart ties, sweaters and jackets with Converse sneakers and such.
Is that a bead of sweat or a bug crawling down my back?
To A/C or not to A/C that is the whopping electric bill.
Stompy McCow Woman is at it again. Does she know how dense her body mass is?
I imagine that the sharp bang of her steps comes from having really thin calfs supporting a girth that is unnatural for her skeletal structure, yet falls right in line with a diet of McGoodness.
Comments (4)
a job is what you do; writing is how you define yourself. take the money - it doesn’t mean your art suffers…or at least that’s the lie that helps me sleep at night, after eating dinner on my shiny new dining table that I bought with my sell-out salary, BOO YAH!
there is no sadness, just as there is no spoon. please remember this bastardized eastern philosophy and transcend the beer; it’s beneath you.
I didn’t say that I would be renting space at the poor house, just that compared to other jobs this one pays less (more than my previous job) than the other prospects but is what I want to do.
so you’re still coming out on top…that’s awesome!
Do what makes you happy. A job is a job but you do spend 80% of your waking time there. Selling out doesn’t make sense unless it’s for 6 figures or more.