My Job

I love my job. Even when I am bored out of my mind, that's just part of it. Really how can I complain when I get paid to learn how to play guitar, sleep, read my book, watch psychedelic screen savers, think wild and crazy thoughts, post those thoughts on my Blog, drive Ralf nuts... the list goes on. Then, when I forget that I am actually sitting here for a reason, the phone rings, the pager goes off, I get a wonderful yet fleeting jolt of adrenalin and the real part of my job starts. The part that I love the most if I may be redundant. Hell, I could be sitting at a pool yelling at other peoples demon offspring. ( No offence to Lifeguards who like their jobs. It's just not for me.)