Playing With Dolls

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Lately work hasn't been all puppy dogs and snowflakes like this blog. I finally had enough. I snapped (a photo). 

It's hard to put the difficulties into words. They sound petty. Sometimes my boss doesn't answer my phone calls. Plans change. Things seem inconsistent. Disorganized.  It cuts into my pay check— a 33 hour week here. A 36 hour week there. Dollars. Stupid dollars. 

I should know better then to complain. I am lucky to have a job. A paycheck. Maybe lucky isn't the word though. Fortunate?

The real problem isn't the petty ones. Its that I need something more rewarding. A purpose. 

I love being a carpenter. I'd rather do it for free.—if I could afford it.  If a neighbor has a leaky roof and needs it fixed, I'd do it (Brendan and Betsy). If a friend is having a baby and needs more space, I'd do it (Kevin and Jen). If a pretty girl needs her apartment finished, I'd certainly do it (Stacey). 

That's the answer I guess. Quit my job. Profit. Work for free. No?

Or I'll just play with Dolls.