career woman

i believe my life has reached a stage which i will call The Doldrums. speaking of which, you should read The Phantom Tollbooth if you haven't yet. though my hair is an inch shorter, thanks to the unnamed woman who cut it. i went to a hair place, it's not like i just ran into a stranger on the street who happened to have a pair of scissors in her hand. i just don't know her name. though now that i think about it, she was suspiciously the only person in the shop. i hope she didn't just walk in off the street in casual business clothes and decide to try something new. well, if she did, good for her, because my hair looks fine.

no job yet.
that's okay. i've decided that jobs are crap anyway. i'll probably be in my late forties before getting near a job that i've ever pictured as a 'career,' and by that time i'll be so disillusioned, i'll probably just be happy walking around town and stirring up people's compost bins without being asked. under the cover of darkness, of course.
i haven't decided yet if i'll accept payment or not. there are many debates as to whether or not something counts as a Good Deed if one accepts a form of payment or return of favor for it.
but now that i think about it, i wouldn't do that to be doing a Good Deed. i'd just feel good helping those people out who are earth-conscious enough to help transform their yard and garden waste into a fresh, revitalizing mulch for their yard and garden growth. and not even so much to help the people as to help the process itself.
and as for those people who are too busy (or whatever) to compost, i could help them out by dumping piles of green and brown yard waste in their backyards, giving them a head start on their composting process. i'm sure they'd appreciate the help.
so, that's my future. the night-elf of compost bins. awesome.
at least now i don't have to waste a ton of money on business suits.