When It Rains...

So there I was, sitting at my desk, trying to ignore my coworkers (fairly successfully I might add), when my boss appears out of thin air ("Poof!") and says she wants to talk to me. Okay. I'm mentally trying to track how many clients I might have insulted in the past 24 hours (none...so it was a relatively quick count). It turns out that our team is reorganizing and I'm being put in a new position called "Account Manager". I'm not sure if that sounds any better than "Utility Coordinator"...but it is at least more dull and people will stop asking me what utilities I'm coordinating (With what? My clothes? My eyes? What?).

I'm actually one of the lucky few whose job isn't actually changing. And even better than that, I'm getting a substantial raise for doing the exact same stuff. Go figure. Hey, I might actually be above the poverty line! No...wait...1...2...3...4...5 kids. Nope. Still below. Ah well.

The down side of that is this: I still don't enjoy my job that much. This makes it even harder to leave for the proverbial greener pastures (which I'm beginning to doubt if it is really green or just sitting on top of the septic tank of life). Still, it's not a terrible job, just dull. But I'm getting paid more to be dull. Or at least getting paid more to do dull stuff. I don't think I'm actually dull. Heck, I'm the life of the party! At least I am when I have my own personal parties and I'm the only one invited.

So...um...yeah....money. I've heard of this "money" stuff before. I may have even seen it once or twice. Now that I'll have a little extra, I have to figure out what to do with it. Maybe there is a simple solution...



(SIMPLICITY: The simplest solutions are often the cleverest. They are also usually wrong.)