Ever since I was kicked out of night school and miserably failed the exam and so had to face that the whole court stenography thang was not my true calling, was not going to work out for me... Ive been in denial.. trying to keep myself occupied and distracted with the likes of my cowbell lessons, writing songs, my tea parties, taunting brother Neil, summer camp, play time with Monkey and Bunny, fleshing out my family tree, etc. But its time to face the music: I WILL NOT BE A COURT STENOGRAPHER. I need to find my lot in life, my place, my special purpose- and I dont mean the kind like Steve Martins in The Jerk- Im all set in that regard. As you know a couple/few weeks back I was exploring other career options and had narrowed down the field. Toll Booth Operator, Crop Dusting Pilot and Hair Boiler were some of my tentative front-runners. Many of you have spent some time with me now, have a sense of the essence of Bob.. and so I seek your assistance in helping me to find my true calling, my lifes mission... that capitalizes on my strengths and talents. Thanks and hugs, my beloved Friends.
Posted on: Thu, 31 Jul 2014 15:15:25 +0000
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