Woe Is Me

[trickykitty]

I 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.

Comments

Re: Maybe you could be a flying cook?

[corzican.livejournal.com]

Yeah, I guess that would be a flying cook as well. I was thinking more along the lines of coming in a helicopter, bringing in your food for fancy dinners, and being paid well for it.