This morning my alarm woke me up from a great dream where I was hunting with Bill Clinton. His shiftiness even carried over to outdoor activities within my dreams, which would probably make him a pretty great gal to head for a weekend of hunting and debauchery. This was totally different from a dream I had with Jimmy Carter, but that�s for another day. Anyways, I got ready for work, put on my shoes and left. My shoes are very old. They�re Doc Martins and the sole is coming undone, so they flap when I walk. It makes me embarrassed and when I�m around others at work I don�t like to cross my legs because it emphasizes the shoes. We won�t talk about Docs moving their production facilities from England today (although, I�m sure there�s some quality connection issues that should be considered). The point is, I hate that. But, what can I do? Home based office job�nitz! If I wised up, I�d do a little bit of research. And I mean �little� as in slightly more than just kind of thinking about it. Get myself a home based job mentor (I recently saw something about this honest guy named Todd, that�s up for giving just the right opportunity) and get cracking on not really ever having to get cracking again. There�s no great explanation needed here. You know what an office job is; so you know what a home based office job is. The thing to remember is that for all the variety in job sectors and positions in an office there is a comparable diversity in the home based jobs too. That�s probably where the research comes in�finding something that�s just right for me. Then I�m calling the shots. Including job uniform, which for me might be tube sock (Red Hot Chili Pepper-style) and my lame, lame shoes.
