I'm back from vacation and it's hateful, y'all. Just hateful. It's rainy and dank and so very Monday I can barely stand it. It makes me want to climb up on my desk, shout, "goodbye cruel world!" and leap to my death. Or, since my desk is three feet off the ground, leap to my pain. (If I weren't afraid of heights I might actually consider something higher than my desk, but you work with what you have.)
Sucks. I had such a good vacation and I have tons and tons of photos from Internet Dork Camp, IV. (It'll take me a few days to get it all written up, so bear with me on that.) I returned from Knoxville last Monday and spent the rest of the week with Kenny doing whatever the hell we wanted to do. We slept in, we ate out (a lot), we went to the movies, we mountain biked. Basically, we had a fine time not being at work. One thing I can say for myself, I am GOOD at not working. If I ever won the lottery I would not only not be one of those people who keep their job, I wouldn't even call in. I'd just stop going. And I like my job! I very much do. I just like not working more. For example:
Someone on a forum where I post posed the following question: If you were given a million dollars to start a business what would you do? Everyone else had very grand (and worthy) ideas but all I could think was, "can I just invest it and live off the interest? Does that count? Can the business be called Amblus Wants a Pony, Inc.?"
In all seriousness, I'd probably just use a bit of the money to bump up Keen Designs (I'd get a proper jewelry studio to start) but I just don't know how much of the business part I'd want to do. You can hire people for the boring parts, I suppose. Or maybe I'd just take a "buying" trip. Around the world. To really nice places. Like Switzerland. And Greece.
Is there a support group for the terminally lazy?