Sometimes I like to close my eyes and daydream that I am on a sandy beach with a warm breeze a’blowin. Unfortunately that is when I wake up and find my room filled with sand and I have cuddled up with the hair dryer again.
It was during one of these instances that I realized it was time to get my life in order. I packed my hair dryer in the car and we were off, like two giggling school girls. Look out world, here we come.
My first stop was at the bar. I realized that it was one o’clock in the morning and nothing else was open. After that, I stumbled into the law offices of Bernstein and Bare.
I met with Mr. Bernstein, and promptly asked him for a job. He just stared at me. I took this as a sign that I should list my references.
An hour and fifteen minutes later, I began to think that there was something fishy about Mr. Bernstein. I stepped closer to him to get a better look at his face.
About 45 minutes later, I realized that this could not be Mr. Bernstein. Why would Mr. Bernstein be lying so flat on the floor with tassels coming out of his head and feet? I realized that Mr. Bernstein was a rug.
Seeing as I had no intentions of working for someone that lays around all day, I continued on down the street. I needed to work with someone who wasn’t afraid to get there hands dirty. Someone who wanted to jump in there and mix it up a bit. And someone who would possibly do a majority of my work for me.
I came across a fork in the road. Which way would I go? What if I choose wrong? If I went the right way, my future could be everything I hoped it would be. If I chose the wrong way, I might fall into an open manhole that had sharks waiting for me at the bottom.
All of this thinking was making me hungry. I decided to sit down and eat the bowl of spaghetti with the fork that the road commision had most generously provided.