I am now a fully-fledged graduate. I go to work, wake up at 8am and go to bed at a sensible time (well, mostly). As nice as it is having a transfer go into my bank account at the end of every month, it's a confusing time.
For example - is this it? Is the rest of my life going to consit of waking up in the morning and going to work until i retire at 60? Unless, of course, I decide to have a baby and I then have to dedicate the rest of my life to looking after him or her. Which, to be honest, doesn't appeal either.
Therefore, I have decided to embark upon a different career - that of the French Novelist. Okay, first major flaw in the plan is that I'm not French. Hell, I'm not even European. But, I've decided that this isn't too much of a problem, provided that I live in France, in a cottage, in a village in Provence. Problem solved.
My activities as a French Novelist will include: Going down to the local bakery to buy bread, and consume lots of olives and truffles and whatever else it is the French eat - oh yes, cheese. Reading late into the night. Lounging by the pool (my cottage will be a rather large one equipped with a pool and sauna). Making trips to Paris where I look at lots of art galleries. Of course, these activities will not leave very much time for writing novels, but I'll squeeze it in somehow.
For some reason, I feel a lot better now. Even though I have done absolutely nothing at work all day apart from write this blog and check facebook repeatedly.
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For example - is this it? Is the rest of my life going to consist of waking up in the morning and going to work until i retire at 60?
Er, no. It also involves buying property, selling your soul to a succession of greedy banks to be able to eat, giving hard earned money to a succession of incompetent and wasteful governments, bringing up a herd of expensive children and, the worst part, having your body fall apart slowly but surely.
Welcome to the world of wage slavery.
Unless, of course you can actually get around to writing that best seller and being able to buffer yourself from the more unpleasant vicissitudes of life.
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