Buckle My Shoe

9 AM and I am working away at today's long list of gotta get this done projects.

1, 2 Buckle my shoe
3,4 Shut the door
5,6 Pick up sticks
7,8 Lay them straight

(I wish)

I NEED SIMPLICITY !

As many other people, I'm waiting the arrival of promised tax documents so that I can see if I can squeeze a little more room between me and Uncle Sam again this year. I have to get my FASFA done, and I have an interview to TALK, just talk, about getting my Master's Degree. I would love to be able to boast a Doctorate degree like my father, but then again I would love to be an actual Doctor, but I cringe at the thought of all that school. Maybe I'll just get another certificate in something. These are decisions I must make, in the meantime, I am rewriting my resume and updating my online job sites, while simulaneously updating my Facebook, Myspace, Classmates and YouTube. It just all seems related and necessary. Then, the PHONE RINGS.

I'm foolishing hoping it's a project manager calling me with a new work order, but I'm greeted with a heavy sigh and a drawn out "hell-ooooooooo" Uh-Oh. I can never quite feel sorry for someone who has a trust fund, or early retirement or endowment and still somehow finds a reason to complain. I mean, this girl's monthly income WITHOUT her current job is more than enough for her to live on. But then, she wouldn't be able to use her credit cards or play the way she wants to. I totally understand the choice to work for additional money, without it, we can't get ahead of the game, but some people's methods are not quite "right" in my book.

As I took a deep breath, I politely reminded her that she had already worked out a deal for herself. (It's technically money she WANTS, not money she needs, so this whole conversation is starting to get to me). Hearing the tension in my voice, she says she's heading out for work. Maybe there is a problem, but some habits are expensive and all consuming. I suddenly decide it would be best to put it all on the back burner. I'll be here, living my life, you can live yours.

PEACE OUT