Some days you just don't want to come to work. It's not that I dislike my job but more I don't like working for other people. I should become an entrepreneur but I have the attention span of a European Swallow.
My Dad is an entrepreneur. He owns his own business and the success or failure is on his shoulders. He is of the generation that didn't like being told what to do when it comes to work. I have always been impressed by that. I, on the other hand, like a steady paycheck and paid vacation. If my Dad didn't work, he didn't eat. Actually, that is not entirely true. He was and still is very good at what he does.
I have yet to come up with my dream job. I know I am not working it. At least I have figured that out.
I would love to get paid to write but newspapers are on the way out and writing on the internet is common place and doesn't pay anything so I guess I will keep on writing as a hobby or at least until I finish my first book.
My biggest problem comes back to completing the task at hand. Not so much for work but for writing. I get bored with the subject sometimes or it runs out of steam.
