It's 6:02am and I stand alone at a train terminal. I wait for the train that seldom comes in the wee morning hours. This is a stupid idea, I think over and over. I'm headed to yet another promotional gig for the launch of a new call phone. Train, teach, repeat. And then tonight they ship me off to Edmonton to do the same thing.
I am so over the promotional thing. I've told myself this many times over, and yet here I stand, waiting, showered and ready to go. Why? I miss the adventure that used to be my life. I miss hanging out and working hard and traveling. But on order to adventure, you need money, and in order to have money, you unfortunately have to work.
And so the circle closes. I sit on the train with the blue collared crowd. The dirty clothes and helmets replace the suits and blackberrys you normally see with the 9-5 scene. Hopefully this satisfies me, or at least distracts me for a bit.
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