Every once in a while (i.e., a dozen or so times per day), my coworker Jennifer and I get a bit jealous of someone we know or read about. A client with the proverbial money tree in his yard. The woman who found out she's Oprah's half sister (ka ching). Or today's 20+ year old entrepreneur who just graduated from RIT but also started her own business and made millions . . .
Envy is never, ever a good thing to allow to fester -- especially when we each have so much to be grateful for.
The other day, as I was driving along the snow swept highway to visit a client and feeling a little down about absolutely nothing, an old Nik Kershaw song came on the air and the lyrics made me laugh. "I got it bad, you don't know how bad I got it. You got it easy, you don't know when you've got it good."
Wouldn't it be good to be in your shoes even if it was for just one day?
In a semi-related note, why are Nik Kershaw and Marshall Crenshaw inexplicably intertwined in my synapses?
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Tuesday, January 25, 2011
Tuesday, June 1, 2010
Addicted to Summer
What a glorious weekend. Heaps of sunshine. Took the kids to meet friends at the Roc City Rib Fest, dined on free food (i.e., delicious pulled pork, ribs and brisket) courtesy of Bob at Slow Hand BBQ, watched the Dan Eaton band perform under the gazebo and took a walk along the beach.
Earlier in the day, we watched Monkey's Little League game. As I sat with the other wives listening to them talk about their upcoming summers playing tennis, golfing and swimming at CCR and TCR, I was feeling a little jealous. It reminded me of when I was working at Xerox and my girlfriends with little kids would call me. "We're putting together a haunted house. What are you doing?" Oh just sitting in a cubicle analyzing data for hours/days/months without speaking to anyone for hours/days/months. The worst possible job for someone who needs interaction (i.e., me). While they're now two of the hardest working friends I have, they spent time at home while their kids were still young. I want a piece of that.
Do I dare ask my boss for two months of four day weeks after she nixed the idea last year? Or just buy Lotto tickets?
In an unrelated note (but somewhat topical related to wealth vs. my life), women pay big bucks for collagen injections to plump up their lips. We invested in the lesser known, but highly desired, lip-sucking kitten. As a result, I have a swollen upper lip and am having difficulty speaking. No joke. But boy do I look hot.
In closing, a song that the kids made me download for them over the weekend but, as always, music that Aunt Sue won't enjoy.
Earlier in the day, we watched Monkey's Little League game. As I sat with the other wives listening to them talk about their upcoming summers playing tennis, golfing and swimming at CCR and TCR, I was feeling a little jealous. It reminded me of when I was working at Xerox and my girlfriends with little kids would call me. "We're putting together a haunted house. What are you doing?" Oh just sitting in a cubicle analyzing data for hours/days/months without speaking to anyone for hours/days/months. The worst possible job for someone who needs interaction (i.e., me). While they're now two of the hardest working friends I have, they spent time at home while their kids were still young. I want a piece of that.
Do I dare ask my boss for two months of four day weeks after she nixed the idea last year? Or just buy Lotto tickets?
In an unrelated note (but somewhat topical related to wealth vs. my life), women pay big bucks for collagen injections to plump up their lips. We invested in the lesser known, but highly desired, lip-sucking kitten. As a result, I have a swollen upper lip and am having difficulty speaking. No joke. But boy do I look hot.
In closing, a song that the kids made me download for them over the weekend but, as always, music that Aunt Sue won't enjoy.
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