Bad day, looking for a way
Oh, looking for the great escape
Gets in his car and drives away
Far from all the things that we are
Puts on a smile and breaths it in and breaths it out
He says bye-bye, bye to all of the noise
Oh he says bye-bye bye to all of the noise
Hey child, things are looking down,
That's OK you don't need to win anyways
Don't be afraid just eat up all the gray
and it will fade away
Don't let yourself fall down
Bad day, looking for the great escape
He says bad day, looking for the great escape
On a bad day, looking for the great escape
Great escape
-Patrick Watson
That pretty much sums up how I feel about sitting in a cubicle for the rest of my life. This would be me after two or three months. Every day. I need change. I need excitement. I'm guessing that's the reason I've had like seventeen jobs thus far in my life.
My favorite, hands down, was in-home care. She has CP, and was fifty-one when I started working there. Thursday nights we'd go to strip clubs and she'd get hammered. I wasn't twenty-one at the time, but I got in because I was her care provider. Friday nights she enjoyed some "Vampire: The Masquerade" live action role playing at a local grange, which is a club house for cult farmers. She is the coolest lady I've ever met. One of those jobs that doesn't feel like a job.
My work day consisted of playing four hours of video games or reading while she played on her computer. Then we'd have dinner and watch TV until strip club o'clock, L.A.R.P. time, or my shift ended.
What was/is your favorite job?
Oh, looking for the great escape
Gets in his car and drives away
Far from all the things that we are
Puts on a smile and breaths it in and breaths it out
He says bye-bye, bye to all of the noise
Oh he says bye-bye bye to all of the noise
Hey child, things are looking down,
That's OK you don't need to win anyways
Don't be afraid just eat up all the gray
and it will fade away
Don't let yourself fall down
Bad day, looking for the great escape
He says bad day, looking for the great escape
On a bad day, looking for the great escape
Great escape
-Patrick Watson
That pretty much sums up how I feel about sitting in a cubicle for the rest of my life. This would be me after two or three months. Every day. I need change. I need excitement. I'm guessing that's the reason I've had like seventeen jobs thus far in my life.
My favorite, hands down, was in-home care. She has CP, and was fifty-one when I started working there. Thursday nights we'd go to strip clubs and she'd get hammered. I wasn't twenty-one at the time, but I got in because I was her care provider. Friday nights she enjoyed some "Vampire: The Masquerade" live action role playing at a local grange, which is a club house for cult farmers. She is the coolest lady I've ever met. One of those jobs that doesn't feel like a job.
My work day consisted of playing four hours of video games or reading while she played on her computer. Then we'd have dinner and watch TV until strip club o'clock, L.A.R.P. time, or my shift ended.
What was/is your favorite job?
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i dont really understand why most people react the way they do, but im not complaining. what really gets me are the comments about my natural eye color and my hair. my eyes are a really crazy blue green gold. and i have people asking me all the time if my eyes are "real" lol. and then my hair is really really long. down past my belly button. and half the time i dye the underneath a bright blood red color and then i get people asking where i got my weave done. it cracks me and my coworkers up. they have all seen the pics of my tinfoil wrapped head to know that its all my hair.