There's Gotta Be Something Better Than This

Is there such a thing as one of those black t-shirts that says "I'd rather be blogging" in white letters?

'Cause if there is, I want one.

I just got done watching Conan and have come out to the computer to type my now nightly post to this weblog. In the back of my brain is this little nagging voice telling me to keep it short because I have to get up early tomorrow and go to work.

I've talked enough about how much I dislike having to go into work each day. I mean, there are positive things about this job: I really like my coworkers. I have a great boss. I am earning a living (sort of). My discount kicks butt. I really like being able to take the little county bus to work every day.

It's just...At which point does any given job or activity stop being your means to an end and turn into, simply, the end? It's a little overly dramatic, but I know that I am meant to do something different than just talk people into buying a bookmark, or some forty cent piece of chocolate to go with whatever book Oprah has deemed worthy of eyesight. I'm not saying that I'm meant for something bigger or more important because, hey--a job is a job, but I do know that I am meant to do something more Me than I am doing now, and that little nagging "don't stay up too late" voice in my head just makes it more important to figure out how to attain such a profession.

Wouldn't it be nice to have a job that didn't cause you to feel like you were living in the opening credits to Joe Vs. The Volcano? Wouldn't it be great to wake up in the morning and think "I get to work today!" instead of "I have to work today." I know that everything has a moment of drudgery or two, but I really miss being excited about what I do. That's what is so frustrating. It isn't that I hate my job. I really don't. I don't hate having to earn a living. I'm actually rather proud of having a steady paycheck.

I just need.....something. Something to tell me that this isn't going to be my whole life, something to tell me that it's only for a little bit longer, something to tell me that the end to the drudgery is in sight.

Oh I could go on for a while, but the nagging. Oh the nagging! Someday I will be able to whomp that nagging "get up early" voice right in the teeth with a pillow. Until then, however, would you like a bookmark with that? Maybe a chocolate? How about a booklight?