I Don’t Care

tomatoesI don’t care what my financial situation is, I’m not, I repeat not, going to buy mutant tomatoes with grayish, waxy sheens and zero aroma at the superstore just because they’re half the price of the organic vine tomatoes at my regular grocery store.

And, I don’t care what my financial situation is, after sending in a resume for a 9-to-5 job purely out of fear, I’m no longer going to entertain for one millesecond technical-writing positions that pay $20,000 less than I’m worth. I’m a senior-level technical writer for crying out loud! What was I thinking?

I guess that’s fear for you. I’m done with the fear. I buy my organic vine tomatoes in good faith.

(That said, I’m may still be funky and moody for awhile.)

0 comments on “I Don’t Care

  • The simple things in life are what count. The taste of a succulent tomato – ahhhhh! And yes! Never settle for less in pay.

  • AHa! You are going to experience the power of the excellent tomato! Well chosen, dear writer friend. It’s all uphill from here. Hang tight on the technical writing thing; like IT, companies cannot exist (or survive) without tech writers. Good writers. Communicators. Onward!

  • I find the perfect antidote to (resentfully) sending out resumes for full time jobs is to descend to the kitchen, slice two expensive vine-ripe tomatoes, layer over fresh Buffalo mozzarella cheese (also expensive), drizzle with some really fine olive oil (yes….), turn on music, and dive in.
    How do I know this? Because I did it yesterday. And one day last week too.


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