blast from the past

everyday seems to further confirm that there are certain things i don't want to do.. i just wish once in a while life would tell me what i should do

today i bumped into someone, someone i knew from not so long ago. we'd even had the odd animated conversation or too (odd being the operative word). less than a year into working he's already sick of it.. i'm so dreading being in the exact same situation a year from now.. it's a scary proposition.. hating where you're at and not knowing where to go from there.

i wonder if i'll ever know where i really want to go. i suppose it would help if i were the kind who had strong likes and dislikes.

i don't know how much i'll dislike working.. the hours, the curse of the cubicle, the clothes, the positive interaction, the networking, the pretending to be interested and making a song and dance of your enthusiasm.. i sound so cynical, but if two months were anything to go by then this mouse just aint gonna cut it in the rat race.

of course it helps that i'm ridiculously optimistic, good things will happen to good people. and i'm pretty sure that applies to me as well.

till then i'll just keep flotsam - jetsoming around, and hopefilly, through a careful process of elimination (a.k.a trial and error) arrive at my true calling

wife of a rich arab sheikh.. i could so do that..