a recurring theme in my current dissatisfaction with life is the perception that i get nothing done. that nothing is ever truly finished. that, no matter how much i do, there is never any sense of completion. in that vein, i feel the need to itemize the things i accomplished this weekend:
- topped up the oil & washer fluid in the car
- cleaned out trash and shook out car floor mats
- de-squeaked the bed (i need to find a more permanent solution for that)
- opened all the windows and let the apartment air out
- washed three loads of laundry
- prepared a killer steak & prawn salad friday night
- dust-mopped the floors
- cleaned out the fridge of inedible & unpalatable food
- saw 300 with karen
- watched the holiday and half of eragon
- cooked enough food for the entire week's lunches (and possibly next week's, too)
- washed three sinks-full of dishes
- took out the garbage
- organized bottles for return (but they're still sitting on my table)
- resisted the lure of ebay
- spent three great evenings with my boyfriend
- slept until i didn't want to sleep any more sunday morning
i need to find a job which pays me 15-25% more than i make now (just to cover pension & benefit losses) in which i either have projects with finite beginnings & endings or absolutely no responsibility other than using the internet to find out what's going on in the world and keep up on 'net trends. how do i go about finding something like that?
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