Given that my life is just miserable to begin with, I came to the realization that I should have gone into sales. I would be miserable, but I'd be rich and miserable - which I'm sure would leave me much more content after my divorced-because-of-work and loss of job due to the economy and my depression over my failed marriage.
But once I was out, free to pursue my passion, no only would I do so without the baggage (ie two additional mouths to feed and interests to fund), but also with a nice bank account to help my prolonged period of unemployment (thank you mr. taxpayer!).
I say this because the sales guy showed up at our office three days ago. At 11am. Wearing a long sleeved shirt, shorts, and flip flops. He worked for two hours, and went back home to sleep off his corporate-paid hangover. I've emailed him three times this week looking for specs he worked out with the customer, and he has yet to get back to me. ::sigh:: Maybe next job...
Plain-old aggressive office toy of the week: Butterfly Kni-er, Pen
