Monday, January 25, 2010

Dissatisfied, jobless, be-robed Sex & The City marathon...

Today is Monday, January 25th... And yes, I had to check. Coffee in hand (or rather, in lap), I am watching my favorite HBO series and wondering where on earth I can possibly find four women as hellishly funny as Carrie, Samantha, Miranda and Charlotte. Who wouldn't want those four separately oh-so-personable ladies as best friends?

At this juncture, I have quit my job (again) in search for the perfect fit. BV says I'm searching for meaning and passion; I say I was tired of being masticated in the sharp teeth of an inexperienced 19 - year - old on a power trip from hell who earns minimum wage. I think it was a little of both. Why is life always harder than the manual says it'll be? Why is holding a job never the problem, but WANTING to keep the job the issue? It seems as though once I figure out the tough stuff, the easy stuff just seems to become... Not so easy.

On the bright side, we have received 60 inches of fresh, wintry powder in the last 8 days here in Park City. I spent the weekend with the love of my life, celebrating my job-less existence by reveling in the snow, Sundance, the Grand Prix and lots and LOTS of indoor indecency, along with a few workouts here and there.

I'm thinking about getting a new house plant, a manicure, a nap and a lobotomy. Does anyone read these? Doubtful. So for now...

Stay tuned, I suppose.