So last time I realized that I hated my life primarily because of how awful my job was, I rage-applied to a bookstore where I was hired on just over a week later.
I am currently in the process of rage-starting-my-own-business which is by far a longer and more exhausting process than cathartically filling out an application that I don’t actually expect anyone to pay attention to anyway.
I have spent the day writing a business plan.
It’s not great, not very thorough or well thought out, because I keep running into stuff I don’t really understand. (I took a couple business classes in college and hated literally every single one of them. They were so boring and made me feel so dumb.) But it is done.
I have a business plan now.
Work Errands that take me on short midday trips to cute boutique style hotels on the beach on beautiful Art Deco streets 🏖🛵
Best of both worlds.
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