A Day In The Life Of A Cat

Blue

I'm feeling blue today.

Sometimes my job seems like it just drags me down. Saying this starts people off on the whole "well what do you want to be doing? why don't you go to school? look for another job!" rant with me. I hate that, so don't do it.

The answers to those questions are not simple nor are they easy. Yes, I could go back to school but I don't want to. If I were 21, I'd have a different answer to that. But I'm going to be 38 and I'm long done with school as part of my life. Yes, 60 year old people go back to school ~ good for them. It's not for me. I'd have to go at night or on the weekend, and folks, I'm not going to stuff school into my free time. If I had to go to school right after work till 10pm ~ I'd be so damn unhappy.

Alright, so get another job you say? Yeah....well the way I look at it is, I could get another job and have a boss like I did at my last job. He made me take his wife's dry cleaning to the cleaners and I had to wrap his chistmas gifts one year. Bosses are like a box of chocolates....you never know what you're gonna get. I'd just hate to go from the frying pan to the fire. And, my boss isn't really the issue....it's sort of hard to explain and trying to explain would go on for pages and pages, so I won't try.

And last...."what do I want to be doing?". Who the heck knows. I think it's rare that any of us really knows what we want to do. People will say "Oh, I'd be so happy if I were a ____". But how do they know that? You can't really know for sure unless you are actually doing it. A very good example of this is people say they want to retire so they don't have to work. Then, 6 months later they get a job because they are bored to death sitting around constructing model airplanes and knitting covers for Kleenex boxes. So, I ask, how do we know what we want?

Sometimes I think I want to work in animal rescue...but then I come to my senses. I know that would be hell for me. I'd want to bring home every dog and cat and I'd cry a river of tears when animals could not be saved or if they had to be put down if they are too sick or hurt.

Then, I think I'd like to write a romance novel. Humm, let's see. I was turned down for having a story published on the internet. What makes me think someone will actually want to print my words on real paper and make people pay to read it?

Oh! I could bake! Um, no. Sure, Better Home & Gardens gave me 1st place for a recipe I dreamed up....but this doesn't mean I'm a fabulous baker. I'm an okay baker with a creative mind....not going to get very far on that.

Sell my handmade cards. I'd have to sell my cards for about $12 each and I'd have to sell a crap load of them. Their cute and I do a good job on them, but let's face it, no one will pay $12 for a card...and who am I going to sell them to!? My friends and family will run when they see me coming because they don't need to add to their growing stack of "cards made by kitty".

So yeah, I'm blue.

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