I have a great job. I bring home a good salary. I have benefits that are second to none. I get along with co-workers well enough. I'm fortunate. But I don't love what I do. It isn't satisfying at all. I play music and have for years but I can't count on that to provide the lifestyle that I prefer. It is more of a supplement to my income. I've thought for years about going out on my own and starting a business. I have some great ideas but I've thought that I would start up with a turnkey...low overhead, might be able to test the waters a bit. My girlfriend owns a turnkey and she does pretty well. Anyway, I'm terrified about striking out on my own. But I think I might have just gotten another reason to do it. I just got an award from the agency I work for. It was a certificate for some work that I did back in November. It was actually a pretty big deal; what I was involved in. Anyway, they spelled my name wrong on the certificate. It shouldn't bother me and in all honesty; it really doesn't. But at the same time, I feel like if it were as important as they say; they at least would have spelled my name right. Also, this proves to me that I really am just another number. I knew that I was. But still...yanno?
Anyway, that's my day. I'm glad these people aren't in charge of doing my tattoos. Imagine...spelling "mom" with two O's!
Anyway, that's my day. I'm glad these people aren't in charge of doing my tattoos. Imagine...spelling "mom" with two O's!
How did I not see that one coming?
