kellymonster

I stepped out of Asda on my lunch break today and looked over at the monstrosity that is my work place. I can't believe that I work there. In so many circles, in so many minds your job, your place of work defines you. If that is the case I am an over the hill-past it eye sore....

Luckily I am not actually stupid enough to believe that I am any of those things. But then what am I? I now know I do not want to work in IT, at least not in my current vein of IT. I feel like I don't want to sit at a desk all day, but that's all I'm qualified for. I don't have the get up and go to drag myself up off my ass and do something creative... nor do I really have the talent. So I am stuck.

Lets assess what I do in my life (apart from working):
Sing in a band
Buy/Sell vintage clothes
Design websites
Dream of getting neked in front of a camera

All are pretty wishy washy!!! I don't write songs, I don't play an instrument. I will never have the financial resource to begin my own vintage clothing company. I really can't be arsed with web design in a professional sense anymore - too over subscribed. Being a neked model is never gonna bring in the pennies (unless your names Dita).

Anyone care to join me on this hopeless path of post-weekend self destruction?! When I find my seratonin again I'm sure I'll be just fine