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Date: Tue, 23 Jul 2002 11:00:50
Subject: Priorities
From: susannenbreone@aol.com
To: skipvskip@hotmail.com


All this with Regine has made me rethink my priorities. I've been thinking: I hate my job.

Who knows what will happen in next? I could be dead tomorrow. Why should I spend all my time in a "graphic design" job in which all that I've gotten the opportunity to design are weekly inserts for grocery store sales? Eight years of inserts, and a promised promotion that never comes. I'm thinking about quitting. Actually I'm thinking about moving. I'm not sure where. Somewhere else. Maybe I'll go back to school and study poetry or writing poetry for a couple of years. I don't know. Maybe I should have children before my biological clock negates the possibility. Maybe I should go into real estate.

It's strange. I'm thirty-two years old and I'm just coming to the realization that I don't know who I am, or what I want to do with my life. Regine wasn't like that. Even Berto, in his delusions, wasn't like that, he knew who he was, what he wanted to be. When the world did not provide the circumstances to allow for him to be what he wanted to be, he changed the nature of the world to provide for his escape.

I'm not quite sure I can do the same, or even want to, but I can certainly quit my job, I can certainly move somewhere and start fresh. I'm simply getting tired of playing games, with my job, with everything.

What would you do?