…..I wouldn’t live in Tasmania in nice spot with 180 degree waterviews. I’d live in a far more modest place in Vancouver or Melbourne, close to where either my wife or I actually have some family.
I wouldn’t be working where I am now, a boring as all hell job that pays the mortgage and provides little alse in the way of reasons to get out of bed. It’s job that I got because I had the qualifications on paper and the need for an income. Actually, my job doesn’t get me out of bed. What gets me up in the morning is the need to say “Hi” to my dog and then check what’s been happening here overnight. Having a shower and heading to the office just fall into place after that.
In a perfect world I’d be working for a company I was actually interested in, doing work that was in line with my interests. I’d be using my to-be-improved writing skills. Maybe I wouldn’t be blogging. Though in a perfect world I probably would, and I’d be doing so without fear nor favour.
In a perfect world I’d have a workshop and the mechanical skills to go with it. I’d be able to fix some stuff on my own instead of nodding appreciably when my mechanic explains what’s gone wrong and thinking “I can see that now, why didn’t I know it before?”
And in a perfect world, that shed space and skill base would enable me to buy this 99 Turbo that’s just come up for sale in Victoria. I wouldn’t pay what he’s asking. It’s not worth more than a few hundred bucks. But I’d get it and fix it and drive it and love it.
Still, can’t complain. In a perfect world these complaints would (and should) be laughed off as minor irritations. Though if anyone at Saab wants to take this new media stuff seriously, I’m available.
Now, back to the news….