high potential...

rut-ted out

I’m having a terrible time at work. I do not like the attitude of most people around me. I have zero help (I am literally the only writer in the team). I have not done a single piece of good work for the last 10 months. And what’s bothering me most of all, I am not getting any money.

I’m fed up. And I want to quit.

But I don’t want to join another advertising agency. I want to really do something I love. I want to maybe start a little restaurant or own a fun store with fun things in it. Maybe paint and sell my paintings and have an art show.

Here in lies the rub.

For all these dreams you need to have mounds of the green.
For which you have to work.

Damn you vicious circle.

*@%$#^$&

 

I asked four random men one very random question:

If you were given 2 dresses: One dress is a size 4 and the other is a size 12. And you were told choose one dress and thou shall get a woman to fill it instantly…
Which dress would you choose?

All four men picked the size 4.

Not surprising but I thought I had male friends who were less shallow.

Apparently not.