I. Am. An. Asshole.

I'm in a funk. A job funk. I've been doing this job since 2008 which means I've been driving the same 38 mile/45-60 minute (each way) commute for nearly 4 years? Yup. It feels like longer. I hate commuting. After two years in I even wrote a post about it - Life in the Carpool Lane. Of course that's back when I carpooled. I have opinions on that too. That's another post. Mostly though, commuting sucks. I imagine commuting would be so much better if there was another route other than the same one I drive everyday, teleportation, better morning radio programming, and/or a train. I'm burnt out. So burnt out.

So commuting aside which is the biggest issue, I also, hate my job. Web-designing/SEO is definitely what I *can* do, but it *most* definitely is not what I *want* to do. This is why I'm an asshole. I have a skill, I make good money, I can wear jeans, I get free soda, I have a desk, I have stability, vacation time, a very cool boss (mostly) etc. But I'm unhappy. Again, it's mostly because of the commute. I'd say 80% commute, 20% that I don't like what I do. There are so many people who can't find a job in today's screwed economy & here I am bitching about the job I have. I. Am. An. Asshole.

You know what's worse? I'm not even sure what it is that I would be happier doing. I'd love to get another County job like I had in California. I'm not even sure how it works here. In California it was a lot of testing. I'd like to work in Topeka or Lawrence to switch up the commute or not have much of one at all. I'd like to go back to school. I don't know when I'll find time to do that or what I'd even take classes in.

Ugh! I'm in a funk and I want out!

Happily Married...

It only took me a lil over a week but HEY! We got hitched, tied the knot, committed (not to a mental hospital... yet), legally bound, etc etc.

Simplest ceremony we could get away with, minimal guests, and it was perfect. I am happy to say that after 3+ years, I finally married my best friend. <3

Stranded on a deserted island?

"What is the one thing you would bring if you were stranded on a deserted island?"

I always question this question. Nobody plans on being stranded on an island and if you were to "plan" to be stranded by deciding on what you would take if you were, wouldn't you "plan" to not be stranded by bringing a boat?

I guess there's always a % (I don't know statistics, that's math. I don't do math) chance that you could end up stranded anytime you take a plane over the ocean, go on a cruise, or what have you. Pack a Boy Scouts Guide to Survival, people. 

The real question, hypothetically speaking, should be... What do you think you'd have on you that would be the most useful if you ended up stranded on a deserted island? I bet it won't be your lipstick or stilettos.

This is ponderous man, really ponderous.

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