February 17, 2003
everybody look what's going down
What's up peoples??
Here's my post deally for today....
Isn't it weird how when you stop and look at yourself, you're nowhere near where you'd thought you'd be? Here I am, working in the healthcare field. What? What? Who said I was going to do that? Ain't I supposed to be up on Madison Ave. in a corner office blowing everyone away with my "creative genius" or something?
Ok, maybe not, I for sure never really thought I would do that, it's just a nice dream to have. Here's what I was supposed to be doing by age 24 ---
I was supposed to be working at a major ad agency here in the magic city. Yes, that's right. Those that know me know which *luckie* agency I wanted to work at. =) but, the cards didn't fall that way. I was supposed to have an office full of Addys (today"s count is 3 and no hardware to show for those) And you know what??
I think I'm glad. I'm most definitely glad, as a matter of fact. I'm glad to work where I do -- I truly consider it an honor. And I was thinking of all these things on a crappy, crappy Monday. And you know what? I'm happy. Yeah, a job is still a job, but at least I'm not techinically workin' for the man. Anyway, as Dolly says, "it's a rich man's game, no matter what they call it and you spend your life putting money in his pocket." Oh my gosh, y'all -- I could literally spend days dissecting that song. In fact, I think I will for my own amusement (isn't that what this site is about anyway? my own amusement???) in my next post. Suffice it to say it's nice to know my hard work ain't benefiting an already rich dude. Instead, my money benefits FICA, a la Rachel Green -- "who is FICA and why did he get all of my money??"
Anyway, I truly believe everything happens for a reason. I was placed here for a reason, a purpose. Have I figured out why yet? No. All I know is that I feel happy. Yeah, like I said, I had a crappy, crappy day today, but I wake up in the morning and I don't dread coming in to work. I'm proud of where I am and what I do and that's all that matters. It, as it turns out, isn't all about the bling bling. Although that certainly is nice. For me it's about getting to a good place and enjoying it. I want that for all of you guys, too. Hang in. (9 to 5 to come...)
Ames
Here's my post deally for today....
Isn't it weird how when you stop and look at yourself, you're nowhere near where you'd thought you'd be? Here I am, working in the healthcare field. What? What? Who said I was going to do that? Ain't I supposed to be up on Madison Ave. in a corner office blowing everyone away with my "creative genius" or something?
Ok, maybe not, I for sure never really thought I would do that, it's just a nice dream to have. Here's what I was supposed to be doing by age 24 ---
I was supposed to be working at a major ad agency here in the magic city. Yes, that's right. Those that know me know which *luckie* agency I wanted to work at. =) but, the cards didn't fall that way. I was supposed to have an office full of Addys (today"s count is 3 and no hardware to show for those) And you know what??
I think I'm glad. I'm most definitely glad, as a matter of fact. I'm glad to work where I do -- I truly consider it an honor. And I was thinking of all these things on a crappy, crappy Monday. And you know what? I'm happy. Yeah, a job is still a job, but at least I'm not techinically workin' for the man. Anyway, as Dolly says, "it's a rich man's game, no matter what they call it and you spend your life putting money in his pocket." Oh my gosh, y'all -- I could literally spend days dissecting that song. In fact, I think I will for my own amusement (isn't that what this site is about anyway? my own amusement???) in my next post. Suffice it to say it's nice to know my hard work ain't benefiting an already rich dude. Instead, my money benefits FICA, a la Rachel Green -- "who is FICA and why did he get all of my money??"
Anyway, I truly believe everything happens for a reason. I was placed here for a reason, a purpose. Have I figured out why yet? No. All I know is that I feel happy. Yeah, like I said, I had a crappy, crappy day today, but I wake up in the morning and I don't dread coming in to work. I'm proud of where I am and what I do and that's all that matters. It, as it turns out, isn't all about the bling bling. Although that certainly is nice. For me it's about getting to a good place and enjoying it. I want that for all of you guys, too. Hang in. (9 to 5 to come...)
Ames
Posted by Amy at 14:01:53 |
