Bringing Home The Bacon
What shall we talk about this time? Well, for starters, did you know that the Loch Ness monster is really an escaped elephant from a 1920s travelling circus? I thought not. Very clever I'm sure you'll agree. Of course that won't stop the tourists queueing up to take photos of dead trees floating half a mile offshore. Scotland appears to be crawling with Germans, or is it only when I'm there? A bit like the tree falling in the forest don't you think?
Anyhow, let's get on to the real topic of this entry: work! (And if you're very lucky I may tell you how to fashion primitive tools out of cheese!!*)
How many of you out there are in jobs you hate? A goodly number I'll wager. Except for the students of course. So, how do you end up in the job to begin with? I'll tell you. You drift, aimlessly, through your teenage years until, one day, you suddenly realise that you're faced with a choice. Get a job or go to college/university/jail (delete as appropriate). Or, like me, you drift, aimlessly, through your teenage years until, one day, you suddenly get expelled from school. Ironically, for non attendance........
Do you really know what you want to do with your life when you're a teenager? Apart from the usual astronaut/train driver/racing driver stuff, that is. I picked the first job that looked interesting and, luckily, I picked the right one. It pays the bills and I enjoy the job even after 25 years. How many people pick the wrong job, even after years of tertiary education. I mean, does anybody really want to be an accountant, for any other reason than a good salary? Well, that is the wrong reason. Do it because you enjoy it and love the subject, not because it'll buy you more health insurance.
I've run out of steam again.
*This is a lie. Any fool knows that the only thing you can fashion out of cheese is a smaller piece of cheese.