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After spending 4+ years in college, I expected that I would eventually have to get a job. Truth is that I got one earlier than I expected, when I was a sophomore in college. I have learned to enjoy the job a bit and try not to think of it as a job, but as more of time sink that my life has become intertwined. I have since graduated from college and started working on a master’s degree, still keeping the same place as my employer. Don’t get me wrong my employer is great, the job is fine, and the pay is good, but I can’t help but sit around and try to figure a way out.

From time to time when one has a minute or two they will sit back and reflect on recent happenings. Very rarely is there enough time to delve much farther than a week or two, or even get into these events too deeply. Here in lies my problem; I have the time to do this. In fact I have the time to do this without stopping after a couple of weeks. I even have enough time that I have reflected on my whole life trying to figure out where I went wrong. Then it hits me, like an out of control Mercedes that was racing a Porsche down a freeway and lost control, careening into the other lane and smacking into me head on, THIS JOB! This job that as a sophomore in college I got somewhat out of necessity, that for the past few years has allowed me to do so much in the way of my education. This job was the one thing that was really holding me back. You know kind of like that uncoordinated kid in elementary school that you are lucky enough to have on your team during one of those field days that had events like catching an egg on a spoon and what not. Don’t get me wrong, my job is fine, it serves its purpose. If in a mythical land I had to go find a job, I would in all likelihood choose this one if no others were available. My main problem is that I have tons of free time to sit and think what could I do if I did not have a job, but I am connected to this place I can’t leave even when there is nothing to do, all I can do is sit here.

That is where I am at now, trying to solve THE QUESTION. How can I get through life without ever having to work, still live comfortably, and do things that leave me with a sense of accomplishment? The only answer that I can come up with is to marry wealthy. This however is a lot harder than it appears. You have to meet a woman who is probably older, rich, not picky, and then for your own satisfaction, pretty. These women must have gone extinct with the saber tooth tiger because I have not found any. The other unfortunate issue that I have to deal with is when a woman like this is met would she even want to get married. The answer to that is probably not. She, much like me, realizes that she doesn’t want to get married and deal with all of the crap, the only reason to even get married would be for money. More than likely she has already done this once, so she doesn’t need the money and apparently doesn’t want to give the money that she has away. Those reasons combined with my lack of physique and endowment, really hamper my ability to bag a rich broad.

So I guess I will just sit here; waiting…