Or something like that. Lately I've been questioning my choice of careers. By 'career' I mean job. And by 'job' I mean miserable place that pays me to be miserable there. Yeah, so anyway... I've been wanting to change my career. This would require actually going back to school, which terrifies me. I haven't studied, taken a test (outside of the usual 'Which Firefly Character Are You' type quizzes) or even read a book in a long time. The idea of actually being expected to do homework makes my stomach churn. I used to love school. I also used to love Twinkies...

The career course I took years ago gave me three optimum fields: Teaching, Beautician or Forrest Ranger. I kid you not. Years later I am still wondering why my career tests placed me in fields with high hats, hair products and drama. It's like I'm not quite good enough for the modeling field. There are so many fields I'd be interested in. So many that require years of school. I'd be retired before I graduated. I think I'd rather slit my wrists (down the block, not across the street) than be one of those old biddies on the tail end of a news broadcast hobbling down the aisle to grasp their diploma with arthritis ridden hands and then throw out my back trying to toss the cap.

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