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trickykittyI hate my job. I know it like the back of my hand, but I absolutely despise it.
Why can't I ever be content to stay somewhere? I manage to put up with something for about a year and then I just get completely bored. I have to move on. Some people find this strange in me because I tend to be so damned patient and amicable.
I miss flying. I still don't want to be a pilot.
Maybe I should take up cooking. When I was looking at schools I was going back and fourth between the pilot school and a culinary school. Obviously pilot school won out in that decision.
This can't be healthy for my long-term retirement outlook.
I keep thinking that I need to stop and figure out who I am. Maybe this is it, though. Maybe I'm destined to throw myself into the flames on the regular occasion.
This place is killing me slowly.
I miss myself sometimes. Now is one of those.
Why can't I ever be content to stay somewhere? I manage to put up with something for about a year and then I just get completely bored. I have to move on. Some people find this strange in me because I tend to be so damned patient and amicable.
I miss flying. I still don't want to be a pilot.
Maybe I should take up cooking. When I was looking at schools I was going back and fourth between the pilot school and a culinary school. Obviously pilot school won out in that decision.
This can't be healthy for my long-term retirement outlook.
I keep thinking that I need to stop and figure out who I am. Maybe this is it, though. Maybe I'm destined to throw myself into the flames on the regular occasion.
This place is killing me slowly.
I miss myself sometimes. Now is one of those.
