Moral of the story: Jobs don't guarentee a place in heaven. So, be kind. Don't be stupid
And speaking of being stupid at work, how can anyone not let a little boy pee without thinking him and his mother may be spying on the place. Some business really brings out the unkind.
And speaking of businesses, I'm starting to see the business of the world. From the cheapest, most flamboyant, to the classically qualified pastel fashion. Amazing ain't it.
And what made me see, was the thought of having my own business. I was thinking, between having quantity, or quality. I'm the quality type, which means to say I can be fussy, which leads to wasting a whole load of time, which probably results in making loss instead of profits.
And luxury... Luxury to me is having all the time in the world.
In this time and age, it seemed almost impossible. But I'm scarily determined to make it happen.
