I never thought I’d be the kind of person who would wax rhapsodic about her job. Then again, I never thought I’d be the kind of person who could make a living blogging so I guess life’s just chock full of those nice little surprises.
Today while writing a post for Qvisory I got the brilliant idea to blog about the forecasted economic recession. The more I delved into it, however, the more I realized how truly over my head I was.
There were paragraphs in articles I couldn’t begin to decipher and I realized the topic was far too broad for one post. So, I decided to create a massive three-part post centered around the recession and what it could mean for people’s careers.
Seven hours, three meals, one walk, and a whole lot of caffeine later, the final product is ready to go. If you’d like to see part one you can visit it here (Wes picked out the title and he’s pretty proud to be a published author).
The reason I’m so enamored of my job, though, is that I get paid to learn stuff and then write about it. Prior to today I had no knowledge of recessions and now I think I could talk about the possible recession and sound reasonably educated. I just think it’s neat that I have the opportunity to educate myself for a living.
To be honest, though, my head currently feels like an over-ripe melon. If Wes kisses me on the cheek I may just deflate. I’ve written four sizeable posts today (which is a new personal record) and I think my chair is permanently molded to the shape of my bottom.
I did get the chance to witness my dog eating sand outside today so I guess the day wasn’t a total loss. Riddle me this, Internet: why does my dog insist on eating things that no dog ought to eat? Does he need more crossword puzzles? Is he secretly wishing he could be a tractor? Do you think the grains of sand bother him when they grind up against his teeth? The one thing I can tell you for sure is that he’s not going to be so enthusiastic about those grains of sand when they’re on their way out, if you know what I mean.
On the home-remodeling front, Wes and I picked our carpet type and color and it should be here in about a week. Guess who’s totally not excited about moving all her earthly possessions around the house in a tragically heavy version of musical chairs? I promise to take before and after shots of the house, though, so that you can marvel at Wes and I’s thrifty good taste.
For now, though, I’m going to marvel at how soft my pillow is.