I’ve been doing the same thing for almost a decade now. My job, I mean. Lately, I’ve demonstrated quite an increasingly embarassing show of delinquency, for someone less thick skinned than I am; I don’t mean to say I’m proud. Just, I’m bored. Which is probably something I shouldn’t really be writing here because, one, someone from work might get wind of it and fire me, and second, I’m ruining myself for future job prospects.
I’ve been interviewing friends, asking them about their plans in the future. Misery really loves company. Most of them are waiting for a Small Business Opportunity – of course, almost always something related to what they are passionate about. One would like to make handbags, another wants a Hotel Business or a Fast Food Business, and still another wants to be an events coordinator. Nifty ideas, all. But what about me? I don’t think I have the heart and the mind for business. Besides, what kind of business would I be interested in? A coffee shop? A bookstore? A badminton and tennis center? That’s kind of a stretch.
Now if I have the money, that would be an entirely different story. I am all for investing just as long as somebody will take care of everything else. But that’s not so smart either, eh?! See, I’m not a business person. Darn.