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I’ve always enjoyed Mondays. Even when I worked at a job I wasn’t crazy about, Monday seemed like a new beginning—another opportunity to build bridges, solve problems and get it right. Sure, this was usually delusional and by Wednesday afternoon I was beaten down and dragging ass, but I started out the week with promise and optimism.
I don’t understand boredom, never have.
Well, there was this one time in about 1984 when I uttered the word bored. Quicker than I knew what happened I was in the barn, ankle-deep in cow shit spending a hot summer afternoon contemplating all the fun things I could have been doing had I just taken a few minutes to find some fun instead of whining.
The article intrigues me, but I don’t want to get distracted form the task at hand—my followers are demanding more pickle recipes, damn it! The solution? I pause for a moment, right click and select Open Link in New Browser Window. The result? I end up with way more windows open than are sensible or easily navigated.
Being a GenXer, I’m a part of the first generation who had mothers working outside the home. As a young girl, it was drilled into me from teachers and the every cheesy sitcom I watched that I could be whatever I wanted to be.
In November, I made a career move. After being approached by a headhunter for what seemed like a great opportunity, I left a stable job with a stable company in a recession-resistant industry. I knew there was a risk, but the siren’s song of the opportunity to recruit on a national level and a fancy title was enough to persuade me to take the risk.
