Happy Tuesday everyone!
1. Do you believe anyone truly likes their job? If so, why?
Yes I do. I believe at the true core of that question, the answer is yes. I do, I love the job that I do. There are parts of it that annoy me, of course, but I do love what I do. Back when I worked in the ER I loved that job, but there were things and/or people that annoyed me. I guess it's easier to say that people like their job description... its the other bullcrap that can come with it that makes you wonder.
However, I can say with sad experience, that sometimes people have to take jobs they truly dislike to make ends meet. My heart goes out to these folks for biting the bullet and doing what needs to get done. Shovel that shit honey, it will get better!
2. Do you 1) live to work or 2) work to live 3) not see a difference?
Sometimes I feel both 1 and 2. Even with a job I like, sometimes it feels my life is a continuous cycle of get up, go to work, go home, go to sleep, get up, go to work.....etc. But ultimately I think/hope it's that I work to live.
3. How many hours do you work a week?
Usually 45 to 50 although it doesn't seem that much. I get in a groove and time escapes me. If I'm on-site at a conference it can go up to as much as 80 with 16+hour days.
4. What was your safety item (i.e. blankie) from when you were little?
I had a stuffed Cat in the Hat doll. He went everywhere even when I was in the hospital in a croup tent. The humidity of the croup tent wreaked havoc on his felt hands and feet so after a few visits he lost them and sadly was a 4 point amputee for a while. (I tried to find a picture of a croup tent but couldn't. Imagine a plastic drape over the bed where the air is kept humid and cool to help the respiratory tract heal. How I watched TV through plastic is beyond me....)
5. Have you ever used food during sex?
No. Best to keep those two worlds apart.... I wouldn't want my lover to get jealous of m&ms... :)
Bonus (as in optional):What is your guilty food pleasure?
Creme Brulee... and lots of it!
4 comments:
I am so with you on the creme brulee!
As far as food and sex, one time when we were early teens, my friend Scott and I were reading Penthouse letters and there was this story about a guy pouring wine and fruit all over a girl, yadayadayada, and even at that virginal age, all I could think was "What a mess! That will STAIN!"
m&m's?? I don't wanna KNOW where you're melting them!
I had a blanket when I was a kid called my "na" (ask Kevin). One time while riding in the back seat of the car in Wyoming I decided to hang it out the window and it flew away. My parents wouldn't go back and get my "na". This explains why I am so screwed up today. I miss my "na"
Lost: 1 Na
If found, don't call me...
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