Ironically, I was just talking about this at work on this Friday past.

I was asked how I could hate a job I was so very good at. I answered, "I still just don't know what I want to do when I grow up"! In high school, my guidance counselor would ask me this repeatidly. Finally she said I had to think of something so that she had something to put on my record. I just blurted out that I wanted to be a mortician. She asked, "Why a mortician"? I said, "Because they get to drive a hearse"! But lo and behold......seems I hate touching a dead body.......and ya pretty much can't be squeamish at that if you want to be a mortician. It's unavoidable!

I sew for a living and I too make commercial furniture at a subsidiary of H@rd Rock's company. He knows what I do and he knows the quality of the work we produce. But just because I am good at sewing..........doesn't mean I like it! Truth be known.......I hate to sew! It's boring and you sit alot which is breaking my back. I have several girls that I work with. I'm the sewing room supervisor and I help with proto-typing. I'm not a pattern maker (nor do I want to be) but I have an eye for style, functionality (is that a word?..LOL!) and plausibility. And I can sew like the dickens! Plus, I make really good money now so I gave up my own biz of making exotic costumes for dancers. There is nary a place around my digs that have exotic dancers.........in N.J. they were on every other corner.

Why was I cursed so? I NEED to hit the lottery so I can get that stained glass shop made in my barn. Arrggggggg!

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