At this point in my journey of being contempt with the waves of unemployment, this being the longest time in almost eight years that I have been unemployed without school being thrown into the mix, I am sitting here wondering, "Who on earth would spend $6500 USD on a vacation in Thailand, no airfare included, to sit in a tree?"
There is nothing wrong with it, but the idea of it leaves me sitting, wondering, who would do it? I can't imagine at this point in my life, being this frivolous with money.
Right now I dream of the idea of a full time job, something with a nine to five stability that would get me out of student debt and keep my mind busy enough to keep me from wondering who would ever pay $6500 USD to sleep in a tree.
Starbucks was supposed to offer a certain amount of mindless self loathing, a place that offered comfort of a job where I can leave headaches and work drama at the door, somewhere where the only thing I bring home is the stench of stale coffee and a paycheck. Maybe a story or two about the insane regulars that happen to wander through. But that's all it was supposed to be.
It's funny how things turn out.