Nineteen and Done

Nineteen actual days left of work.  Nineteen more times that I have to put on business casual attire.  Nineteen times more than I want to, but I swear it will be the last nineteen times of my life.

I don’t ever want a job again that requires a dress code other than jeans.  It’s gotta be true that adults can actually carry on professional conversations while wearing jeans and socks.  After all, if my coworkers can manage professionalism on ‘Jeans-Fridays’, then I bet we could all pull it off on a Tuesday too.

I keep wondering what I’ll want to do for work once this is over.  A job that’s outside!  A job requiring a lot of physical activity!  But what about the winter – winter is cold!  Oh and what about the summer?  Summer is freakin’ HOT.

Maybe I’ll run a hand car wash.

Maybe I’ll paint lawns for a living.

Maybe I’ll magically turn into a highly paid endurance athlete.

Maybe I’ll turn into a super-famous dog photographer.

Or maybe I just need to be a property appraiser by day.

…and a professional poker player by night.

There are a bazillion professions out there that I don’t even know exist, so I’ll just have to be open to the Universe and see what it gives me.

Nineteen more showers.  Nineteen cups of coffee.

…and then six months to learn how to play poker.