Ah the frustration of my life, that got to get the jingle dance must be done a-new. Sure, more options (and less, there are very few jobs where you get to play with crayons, and get a nap session, these days, it seems).

But the worst of is, I just never seem to find an employer worthy of me. There have been a few, in the past. And even one or so that were too good for me! But not now. Not in this town. Not in this new world of beige box lives and broken with the meaning of meaningful work. Some of those I came into this world with (that is my generation of toffu bacon burger eating freaks) seem to have figured out that there is a rigged game on. And they play, and played accordingly. I just never seem to smell the fix. But I keep up by being as unhappy as those that can smell it.   

Nope, I am definetly not smart enough to play dumb, and not dumb enough to be smart about things. Hell, I was in my thirties before I figured out how to dunk an oreo cookie properly. Of course about the time I did figure it out, cookies started tasting like card board play food and milk went all non-fat on me. You wont be surprised to hear me lament the fact that they no longer make hair combs from bone.

Well, off to little nemo land now. The job safari can wait till dawn. O.K., till noon.