Saturday, November 17, 2012

All this talk about Twinkies has me thinking...

Every year right around this time the thought occurs to me that I hate living in a place with all four seasons. 
Seriously, I hate being cold. I hate cold air. I hate wind. I hate sniffly noses. Which basically means I will go to great lengths for the next 6 months to avoid being outside. 
My parents are strongly suggesting I find a job in that sandbox of a country they live in. I've been fairly against it so far (lack of interesting jobs). But today, as I wrapped a scarf around my neck, put on Uggs, wore a big coat, and took my dog for a walk, just to get cold anyway, I thought, maybe my parents are on to something? After all, it never gets below 70 degrees there. Granted, it also gets up to 130 degrees, but I'm mostly okay with that. 
Honestly, I keep thinking I belong in Southeast Asia. I really miss that place. And you know what they don't have there? Wet, moldy leaves every where you look, messing with my allergies!
[insert long deep dramatic sigh here]
Really, I think I'd just be happy if I could find a good job. I don't care where it is, or if it gets cold there. I can always buy more blankets and socks, if I have a job. 
Be glad this post didn't find itself morphing into a colorful analogy about seasons and my life and job hunt. 
You're welcome. 
And here's a monkey I met in Cambodia for your entertainment. 

Don't miss my new novel, "You Heard It Here First!" on Amazon, Nook, and Kindle!

No comments:

Post a Comment

Thanks for leaving a comment!

Working Girl

Recently, I've been picking up work as a background extra on various projects. In the past month or so I've worked on 3 different m...

Keep Reading! Popular Posts from this Blog.