Excuse me, I believe you have my stapler...

And I've got a case of the Mondays. Except that its Wednesday and I've had this case of Mondays for a full two weeks.

I love the movie Office Space - and if you've ever worked in a cube farm spending hours staring at those insane gray walls I bet the movie is strangely resonant with you as well. I love Milton and his crazy babble - and I totally relate to getting attached to your office supplies (HANDS OFF MY POST IT NOTES EVERYONE). I love how everyone with even a modicum of intelligence really hates their job although on differing levels. I love the idea of walking into work with a drill and knocking down my cube wall. But I never do (I promise!) But the premise that really hits me of that movie is this: If you had a million dollars - what would you do? Would you continue to work in the job you are in now? Think about it. . . .if money wasn't an issue how do you picture yourself living your life?

When I think about that - I can guaran-freaking-tee I wouldn't be doing what I do now. No doubts - I'm blessed to have the ability to work from home. I'm blessed to have a job that pays moderately well. But the corporate tape, the mind-numbing meetings and training sessions, the sheer insanity of some of the process - Blech. The work itself isn't so bad - not loads and loads of fun, but tolerable. And the people I work with and for are often the only redeeming quality. But overall - no way.

So what would I do? Would I just stay home and be a mommy? I don't think so. I love my children - love them so much, that I cannot imagine how horrible their life would be if I stayed home with them all the time without some sort of outlet. I'm not built that way and I don't have the patience (look for upcoming blog entries on my homeschool experience dying an agonizing death). And looking for outlets that didn't involve me making some sort of money. . .would probably end up with me spending that million in a heartbeat.

If I could do whatever I wanted - I would work at a gym/own a gym/teach and train. I love the endorphin rush of working out. I love the smiles on people's faces when they've worked out and enjoyed themselves at the same time. I love feeling my best and knowing that I look my best and am healthy and vibrant. I love helping other people find that feeling. But generally - teaching one class a week at a gym or fitness center barely pays for the gas to get there and the childcare I incurred.

And this is why I have a case of the Mondays on this obviously-not-a-Monday-Wednesday. Because I want to do that. I want my job to be fun, to be enjoyable, to have purpose and excitement. And for almost 2 weeks I've been stirring an idea around in my brain. . . .. what if. . .what if. . . .what if. . . I just did it? Summer is here. Homeschooling is over (GLORY!) and I've got a bit more time in the mornings. . . maybe I could start teaching somewhere, working somewhere, doing something towards my dream?

My band teacher in high school used to tell us - there comes a time where you have to decide. . .you have to make a choice and begin your action. Its time to fish or cut bait.

My fitness instructor resume went out to 3 local gyms today. Talk to you guys later - I'm going fishing.