Last night I had a dream that I was walking across a university quad with a friend of mine who looked exactly like one of the guys who got killed in the Sopranos. We were trying to formulate an economic plan for the future in these uncertain economic times. We decided on starting a fake power company because we could simply charge a higher price for existing electricity and not have any tangible assets to be seized. We agreed on the plan with a handshake and kept walking.
My friend then proceeded to put on a blindfold and slowly walk behind me. In front of me were a dozen over complicated riding lawn mowers with university employees cutting grass. These machines were regular commercial riding mowers, but instead of 52 inch decks, each mower had a trunk in front with a pair of automatic scissors attached to them, cutting each blade of grass individually.
I am thinking about going to law school. Thinking so hard that I am going to take the admissions exam for a second time in the hopes of improving my score. I am tired of studying, but only have one more month. The wife is excited to move to a more northerly climate and so am I. My only regrets will be leaving the smug security of government benefits and stable income, leaving my two friends and confidants, and leaving the only town I know like the back of my hand. The payoff will be a new city, new friends, and the potential for a steady job in an unpredictable job market.
Maybe I should have just stuck to mowing lawns eight months out of the year and living hand to mouth.
This is the most boring thing that I have written since a paper on Stonehenge in my eighth year in Catholic school. Even the Stonehenge paper had the word 'blood-orgy' in it. I am totally writing a scathing tirade on the dangers of face book next. Maybe that will get me back on the old blogging horse.
About Me
- The Portly Gentleman in Aisle 5
- I am fat, unemployed, lower middle class, and was bored or sadly disappointed with everything. Cynical optimism gets me through the night, but law school is killing me. I put hot sauce on everything and live in a town were mayo is not a condiment, it's a lifeline.
2 comments:
Well, I thought the lawn mowers with hundreds of scissor hands cutting the grass was pretty fascinating.
I am also in a gov't job that I have long since grown tired of.
I don't know. I think that government jobs are where people go when they don't have direction. I know that was the case for me. I had no idea what I would do with my life. Actually, I knew exactly what I wanted to do. I WANTED to be a musician. But I NEEDED money. So I guess I just shot my own theory in the ass.
Anyway, now I know what I want to do in lieu of being a musician. And it is not working for the government.
I do know some people who worked for years in the private sector and then came to the government. 9 out of 9 say, "I miss my private sector job. I thought it was great. But (sigh) I'm happy here."
There is a secret gravity to a government job that is not explained by Einstein's theories.
Wait, you want to move more northerly? Seriously?
Maybe it's the South in me, but I can't imagine desiring a colder climate!
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