Titles Don't Mean Anything

Now I am free to write whatever my heart desires. I am always constricted by my title. But not today, the highway of creativity is wide open and I'm in the passing lane.

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Okay, so maybe I need a title. I can't just write for ten minutes about having nothing to write about can I? I could, but I think I've done it before...and its a little cliche. One time I tweeted the deepest thing I have ever thought of while sober:

Never mind, I couldn't find it...and well, I tend to not remember things that have nothing to do with food or money.

I have a feeling I am one of few who has actually turned down 3 job offers during this adorable little recession of ours. Its not that I don't want a job...Its just that I don't want miserable and/or selling spa trips to retail workers. <-- "for only 49.99 you can have a 30 minute massage, pedi/medi, haircut, and waxing." Oh what's that, you only make $6.50 an hour?...you would have to work an 8 hour day to pay for it? That's ok, I didn't want the $8 commission anyway.

What's worse: the actual job of selling discount spa offerings to retail workers? or the fact that I actually did it for an entire work day for no money...because it was my 2nd interview or "day of observation." It sounds less like a job related function..and more of a cult function.

Today on our day of observance, we will sacrifice a calico cat.

Night folks...G'night