And you may ask yourself, "How did I get here?"
So I'm having one of those days when I seem to be a little outside of myself, watching my life and being generally confused.
I just had my mid-year employee review here at the insurance company where I work. I did well (yay), but I'm sortof shocked that I even work here in the first place. How did I get here? High school: "I want to be in music or science." College: "Engineering will be good... I like math. And I want to make money." Later college: "Engineering is awful. What was I thinking?" Nextel: "Uggghhhhhhhh." Marcus Evans: "I work for the devil. Time to cut and run." And now I'm here. It's just very confusing to me sometimes. I could never have predicted it.
So what's next? I have no intention of working here for life... I don't think I could work anywhere for life. I want to go back to school, but I'm not sure if it's for the right reasons. I mean, college life was pretty awesome, and it's only natural to want that environment again. But the classes? Well, I'm not sure about the classes. And what would I study?
You know how dogs get real excited and start running around, and then they hit some tile floor and can't stop, but they try to put on the brakes anyway, and then SLAM! they hit the wall or the fridge? Yeah, sometimes life feels like that. Like a dog with no brakes.
I just had my mid-year employee review here at the insurance company where I work. I did well (yay), but I'm sortof shocked that I even work here in the first place. How did I get here? High school: "I want to be in music or science." College: "Engineering will be good... I like math. And I want to make money." Later college: "Engineering is awful. What was I thinking?" Nextel: "Uggghhhhhhhh." Marcus Evans: "I work for the devil. Time to cut and run." And now I'm here. It's just very confusing to me sometimes. I could never have predicted it.
So what's next? I have no intention of working here for life... I don't think I could work anywhere for life. I want to go back to school, but I'm not sure if it's for the right reasons. I mean, college life was pretty awesome, and it's only natural to want that environment again. But the classes? Well, I'm not sure about the classes. And what would I study?
You know how dogs get real excited and start running around, and then they hit some tile floor and can't stop, but they try to put on the brakes anyway, and then SLAM! they hit the wall or the fridge? Yeah, sometimes life feels like that. Like a dog with no brakes.
posted by Corrie at 9:49 AM
3 Comments:
Become a teacher! I think you would be the coolest science/music teacher. Then, when Justin is working during the summer and Richard is teaching summer school, we can take our kids on awesome trips to our time share. The guys can join us for a week or a long weekend or something.
P.S. Will have to get a time share.
So I dont know your friends here but I think after reading this that you would be a fabulous teacher! What a great idea! You would be so fun!
Oh yeah, and aim for the carpet...better traction....it works for Dingo.
A dingo ate your baby? Hahaha. Sorry, I can't hear/read the word dingo without thinking of that line. So obtuse.
Anyway, Corrie, I can't help but agree that you would make a good teacher. Maybe not for the younger kids because you'd probably go crazy on their arses. But the older ones, well, they might still make you mad pretty regularly, but if you learn the right level of being aloof and out to lunch vs. being a disciplinarian, I think you'll have them just where you want them. Fur burger! HAHAHAHAhahahahaha. So wrong for that.
I'm gonna go now...
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