*alarm*
{4:00 am}
*drive or walk 6 blocks to work*
*stay there and ask these questions about 30 thousand times*
{"Would you like a toll pass, gas, or an upgrade?"}
*while secretly thinking*
Yes? Hah sucker!
No, OK, you suck.
...12 hours later...
...finally go home. Eat. Sleep. Love my husband. Think about going to the gym. Watch TV. Say a prayer. Sleep.
***
They say the company I work for is one of the best places to launch a career. It's true, in a way, because if I REALLY wanted to, I could easily double or triple my salary in probably less than a year or two. My current managers who have been with the company 4 years are making +6 figs.
The only problem is that, according to my calculations, each promotion you get adds an extra 20 grueling, grinding hours to your schedule, with the added bonus of dealing with problem customers. Manage an Airport, and you're bumped up to 100 hrs/week.
Goodbye sleep. Goodbye enjoyable, balanced life. HELLO MONEY!!!
Mmmmm. Sounds like me doesn't it! Where do I sign up?! Oh wait, I already am signed up. I'm just wading in the kiddie pool at 50-60 hours a week...
It's great that I'm sooooo motivated by money (sarcasm included).
***
Once I was a really deep thinker, I was so deep that I rarely came up for air. Well, those days are long gone. Now, thanks to Enterprise Rent-a-Car, I'm living on the surface. I feel like a blond surfer chick that just rides one train of thought all day; I am saying goodbye to my childhood again, saying sayonara to my deep thoughts time. Now, I think about basically, well, nothing. By nothing, I mean for 12 hours a day I think about this:
"Would you like a toll pass, pre-paid gas, or an upgrade?"
*the end*
{4:00 am}
*drive or walk 6 blocks to work*
*stay there and ask these questions about 30 thousand times*
{"Would you like a toll pass, gas, or an upgrade?"}
*while secretly thinking*
Yes? Hah sucker!
No, OK, you suck.
...12 hours later...
...finally go home. Eat. Sleep. Love my husband. Think about going to the gym. Watch TV. Say a prayer. Sleep.
***
They say the company I work for is one of the best places to launch a career. It's true, in a way, because if I REALLY wanted to, I could easily double or triple my salary in probably less than a year or two. My current managers who have been with the company 4 years are making +6 figs.
The only problem is that, according to my calculations, each promotion you get adds an extra 20 grueling, grinding hours to your schedule, with the added bonus of dealing with problem customers. Manage an Airport, and you're bumped up to 100 hrs/week.
Goodbye sleep. Goodbye enjoyable, balanced life. HELLO MONEY!!!
Mmmmm. Sounds like me doesn't it! Where do I sign up?! Oh wait, I already am signed up. I'm just wading in the kiddie pool at 50-60 hours a week...
It's great that I'm sooooo motivated by money (sarcasm included).
***
Once I was a really deep thinker, I was so deep that I rarely came up for air. Well, those days are long gone. Now, thanks to Enterprise Rent-a-Car, I'm living on the surface. I feel like a blond surfer chick that just rides one train of thought all day; I am saying goodbye to my childhood again, saying sayonara to my deep thoughts time. Now, I think about basically, well, nothing. By nothing, I mean for 12 hours a day I think about this:
"Would you like a toll pass, pre-paid gas, or an upgrade?"
*the end*
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