The Dream Job

I think being a 30-something can really suck.
It's the age where many of your friends have settled down, gotten married, maybe had children and live a comfortable life.
If you're not in that group- you're probably still guessing.....
and if you have career doubts you're what's called "S.O.L."
Or just like me- too old to be someone's assistant and too young to give up on the path you've chosen for yourself.
Which leaves me where I am today.

"There goes another one." I say as I pull up to a stoplight. I've become great at talking to myself since I spend my days working alone in my car.
"Plink. Plink." That's the sound of my brain cells hitting the floor in an escape attempt at a better life. It doesn't bother me, I won't miss them.

What does bother me is the feeling of golden handcuffs locked tightly to my wrists.

"Are you insane?" howls my sister. "I'd die to have your job and make that kind of money!!!"

Her response is not uncommon.
In fact, in the last 2 years I've been with company I've forwarded my manager more than 20 resumes. All from wonderful people aspiring to push pills.

So far, none were hired. I'm told the competition is fierce. Who wouldn't want a job with great benefits and little stress?

Plink. Plink.