Work has been hectic. And confusing. And aggrevating. Thank goodness I go on vacation in about 2 hours.

I don't want to work. Yesyes, I know, no one really does. But I know, deep down on a cellular level, that I was not meant to have to deal with the Daily Grind. Stupid Puritan work ethic, who needs you? Oh yeah, those of us with house payments and bills and shopping habits, that's who.

Given my druthers, I would run a small, fascinating shop. (And my livelihood wouldn't depend on it making a profit, goodness no.) It would be open whenever I felt like it, and would sell ... things. Used books, antique lace, ribbon, gloves, shoes, clothes, and hats. Tiny little cut glass bottles. Beautifully-bound blank books. Crystal jars filled with glitter. Wings and wands. Silk roses, silver filigree leaves, and wholely adorable toy bears and bunnies and monsters.

I would cheerfully haggle with customers, and sometimes give extra-special deals to folks that seemed like they deserved it.

I so want to do this. However, until I win the lottery or something similar, I will continue to toil in the salt mines of software. Bah, I say. Bah.
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