There are days when you wish you
were somebody else. When the thought of
working is enough to make you crawl under the rose bushes and hide. The years of earning a salary and still
having nothing to show for it are wearying.
I’ve worked in education for 26 years, my friend for 33 years. That’s a couple of lifetimes. The paperwork we’ve had to complete over
those combined years would probably be enough to fill a few rooms. We reckon we have done our time.
So joking around (as you do when
you are wading through paperwork) we decided that what we really want in life
is to stop working. Unfortunately there
is that little phrase ‘no work no pay =
no play’ that comes to mind. Therein lies the rub. We still want the same salaries. Both being over fifty we are too old to move
in to the playboy mansion. We are still
realistic. Our marbles are still
rattling in our skulls, we haven’t quite lost them yet. The idea of starting a new career is too
daunting. We need a job where we can
relax on a beach.
Therefore we decided that what we
actually need is a rich benefactor. It
can be a man or a woman, we are not too fussy.
It would be preferable if we never have to see them or meet them, but
they just top up our bank accounts each month.
Think of us as a car needing its petrol tank filled. Obviously people just don’t hand out money
for nothing. You have to do something to
earn it. After serious discussion and
deliberation we have agreed that we would be prepared to keep a photo of our
benefactor in the drawer of the bedside cabinet. That should be worth a few thousand dollars a
month.
If you are interested in
financing our lifestyles then please apply within. You will not be required to attend any
meetings, make any phone calls or complete any paperwork.
Cindy Vine is
the author of Not Telling, The Case of Billy B, Defective and C U @ 8. You can
buy her books on Amazon, Barnes and Noble and the Apple iStore.
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