Monday, March 20, 2006

What color is my parachute

Haven't been blogging lately because too busy and also don't want to think about various annoying things.

Today's NCAA basketball game on TV: Bradley vs. Pittsburgh:


Then went to Barnes and Noble and got a book called What Color is Your Parachute, about career decisions (see, I AM going through a crisis). I read a little of it last time and found it very interesting. I've pretty much decided I am going to leave my job. I got a large raise, and my boss is gonna offer me something crazy good to work there full-time, with a contingency that I will have to close my business. So I thought about it and decided it would be against all my principles to take the job, especially one that I hate, especially only for the money. I'm gonna look for a new part-time job to fill the gap while I try to grow my business so that it will be the only thing I have someday soon. Anyway, stood in line at the Starbucks (BN in-house) coffee kiosk for about 20 minutes with just 2 ppl in front of me before I got my coffee. How is it that some people can just take their time when the whole world's waiting for them?? Why do these people have jobs?

Which reminds me, remember how I complained about the guy at Kinko's? Well, I got a phone call from them, asking for my alias. I was caught off-guard so I just said there's no such person. BUT I am dying to know what he was gonna say now. I will devise a stratagem to find out (very Amelie/Veronica Mars of me). I'm guessing the guy got fired, seriously, because when I went last time he wasn't there.

2 comments:

ampligenic said...

Ha that thing is funny (though I know nothing about basketball). Ar, us Brits play ROUNDERS here!! Hum.....

But seriously, I am glad you made the decision about your career. You have always been pretty clear-headed about your future, which arrr, I just haven't. I wish I could honestly say that I have some of my childhood best friend's creative streak or genius, but it just won't be true. Sigh.

(About that Kinko man. I really think you should come to Europe one day when all this terrorist nonsense is over. We should at least do a Paris tour, man! learn rude French first-hand. I know, as long as I'm sick I'll still never be able to see you, but one day V Ko. One day.)

knockoutgirl said...

ok stop putting fun thoughts into my head. It'll make me even more depressed that we AREN'T doing that.