Whenever Chris and I have a bad day, we fantasize about starting an alpaca farm in the middle of nowhere. Acres of land, sun-filled days, fresh air, animals all around, the great outdoors, working with our hands, a simple life with a simple job with simple problems. None of this high-tech high-stress banging-your-head-on-the-wall fluorescent-lights cubicle crap. We love our jobs… most days. But on the bad days, there’s the fantasy of Plan B.
I don’t remember how the topic came up at work recently, I think my boss said something about changing his job to something more simple. So I explain my Plan B to my boss and 2 co-workers. Then one at a time they replied “hair cutter”, “construction”, and “garbage man.” They weren’t picking something at random, these were heart-felt answers that required no thinking at all because they had already been chosen long ago.
I guess we all need a fantasy to help us make it through the bad days. What cracked me up is that all our fantasies have nothing to do money, glamor, or excitement. Just good ol’ manual labor. Is that sad?!
How about you, anyone else have their alternate-life all planned out?