I have always been one of those people who thinks too much. I would often untie the little strings of normality and let me brain wander. It was a decent way to act. My brain didn't frequent those dark, smelly gutter places. It didn't always wander to guys and the illustrious cloud nine. It did thought stray often a little to far from the start and i would end up hurring to catch up to its brain wave.Now a days it has found a balance between the chaotic and the mindless drone it rests in at work.
Now before you get the wrong idea; i do in fact, like my job- most of the time. Im not sure when this feeling of restlessness began but it has wormed its way in. I know it is a stepping stone in this life to other opportunities Yet I may be one of the few in this life that feels that work should grow you; but also that believes that it is possible to love any job. Wether its the people, the tasks, or simply the growth it causes, there is always something that makes one go to work everyday. I have had enough jobs to prove that theory. yet for some reason this job has made me wonder.....
I dont know what to think about it honestly... Many famous writers tried ordinary jobs to gain ideas, right? Remind me of that the next time i think blogging about my job is good idea.... :P
