a recurring theme in my current dissatisfaction with life is the perception that i get nothing done. that nothing is ever truly finished. that, no matter how much i do, there is never any sense of completion. in that vein, i feel the need to itemize the things i accomplished this weekend:
– topped up the oil & washer fluid in the car
– cleaned out trash and shook out car floor mats
– de-squeaked the bed (i need to find a more permanent solution for that)
– opened all the windows and let the apartment air out
– washed three loads of laundry
– prepared a killer steak & prawn salad friday night
– dust-mopped the floors
– cleaned out the fridge of inedible & unpalatable food
– saw 300 with karen
– watched the holiday and half of eragon
– cooked enough food for the entire week’s lunches (and possibly next week’s, too)
– washed three sinks-full of dishes
– took out the garbage
– organized bottles for return (but they’re still sitting on my table)
– resisted the lure of ebay
– spent three great evenings with my boyfriend
– slept until i didn’t want to sleep any more sunday morning
i need to find a job which pays me 15-25% more than i make now (just to cover pension & benefit losses) in which i either have projects with finite beginnings & endings or absolutely no responsibility other than using the internet to find out what’s going on in the world and keep up on ‘net trends. how do i go about finding something like that?