The Perfect Job

I know there are many people who are trying to find a job, and certainly not really expecting to find the "perfect" job. I, too, searched a long time for a job, and I did finally find the perfect job!. I thought I should share it, just in case this might help someone else.

My Job Search
1. My first job was working in an Orange juice factory, but I got canned; couldn't concentrate.
2. Then I worked in the woods as a lumberjack, but just couldn't hack it, so they gave me the axe 3. After that, I tried being a tailor, but wasn't suited for it--mainly because it was a sew-sew job.
4. Next, I tried working in a muffler factory, but that was just too exhausting.
5. Then, tried being a chef--figured it would add a little spice to my life, but I just didn't have the thyme.
6. Next, I attempted being a deli worker, but anyway I sliced it--couldn't cut the mustard.
7. My best job was a musician, but eventually found I wasn't noteworthy.
8. I studied a long time to become a nurse, but didn't have any patience.
9. Next, was a job in a shoe factory; I tried hard but just didn't have the right fit.
10.I became a professional fisherman, but discovered I couldn't live on my net income.
11. Managed to get a good job working for a pool-maintenance company, but the work was just too draining.
12. So then, I got a job in a workout center, but they said I wasn't fit for the job.
13. After many years of trying to find steady work, I finally got a job as a historian--until I realized there was no future in it.
14. My last job was working at Starbucks (which I've always thought I wanted to do!), but had to quit because it was the same old grind.
15. So, I finally tried retirement, and I found that I am perfect for the job!
(from Machine Design Magazine, modified by me--the words in italics)

I hope, for those who are looking for a job, that you can eventually find the perfect job, as I did!

This Is Scary!

As is my usual routine, the other day I made coffee, prepared my cup with a little milk in it, and went to brush my teeth while it brewed. (It seems to take longer to brew if I'm standing there waiting on it)

I poured my coffee, brought it in and put it on the stand by my recliner, and sipped on it while I started checking e-mail on my computer. But, as is also very common, I got busy on the computer and my coffee got cold. S0-o-o, time to go get another cup.

What is this? It is the filtered water that we keep in the frig. All of the sudden I found myself by the frig, with my coffee cup in position, starting to get some water! What? No, No, Donna! You were coming for coffee!

I poured out the water, filled my cup with coffee, added cream, and came back to my recliner and computer.

I once again placed my cup of coffee on my table, but made sure I spent a little time enjoying it, before working on the computer again.

Oh my goodness! I'm way too young for these things to be happening! Just thought it might be encouraging to anyone who has had a similar experience.

One of the best old-age forgettfulness stories I've heard was from my Dad. I don't know if it actually happened, or if he was just sharing his wonderful sense of humor; but he said, "I was on my way upstairs, and sat down to rest a minute; when I got back up, I couldn't remember if I was going up or coming back down".

To those of you too young to truly appreciate these things, you will probably be able to relate some day.