Selling Out

I am so full of it. I spend a lot of time complaining about not being able to find an ideal position. "What should I do when I grow up?" I whine. "Maybe I should try to write a book/teach/research/etc..." At the end of the day, no matter what you're doing and how much you enjoy it, it comes down to the paycheck. And I'm not getting one (or a large enough one anyway). Do I want to feel like I'm making a difference? Of course. Do I want to be interested and engaged in my work? Definitely. But reality comes crashing down.

The Spawn's father (aka - the Breadwinner, the one who's allowed me the luxury to wallow in my self-pity and constantly pursue non-lucrative employment) has lost his high-prestive/high-pay finance position due to the "economic downturn". Unfortunately, we were already pretty tightly budgeted b/c of our recent move/house purchase/completion of school. Now I want a real job, one with an actual livable salary, and I'm completely unqualified. Most words that I can think of to describe my emotions right now are not fit for print, even in a completely unread internet blog. Those uncles of mine who have left all that money in Nigeria for me are starting to look appealing...

If there actually is someone out there that reads this, I'm selling out. Make me an offer I can't refuse.