This is basically a sequel to yesterday's... Sorry, I should have added "to be continued" but I didn't know.

So, I left off at "job search" or should I say, lack thereof. It's not that I don't want a job. Not at all. I love working. But I'm a little hesitant for a few reasons. All we read in the papers lately are the lack of jobs at home. I know people who are all on other continents purely because they got laid off, had a salary cut, or couldnt find a job. Alfredo spent months looking for a job in California and found nothing; it took me 3 days in Rio of applying and I had 4 schools offer me work. Now, he's in France where he makes Euros, has a contract and best of all: health coverage (which he didn't have in his own country). So it's understandable that I'm a little leery to return home and look for a job.

But it's not just not finding a job, I'm also afraid of not finding a job that I love. We all know (too well) that sales and consumerism aren't my strong suits (I'm still on my lunch break at Sport Chalet cerca 2006). I feel like the more I study, travel, read, and experience life I know more about what I'm passionate about (woo! I'm growing up!) but I'm scared I'll end up stuck in a job like in The Office. Hilarious show, sucky reality. Or selling things made in China by little Chinese slaves to materialistic people who are spending money they don't even have. I'm not saying that I won't have positives and negatives in any job, nothing's perfect I know. But I despise sales...despise. So I don't want to be limited to jobs I hate because there's no other option.

So what AM I passionate about? What DO I want to do? Well that's the good news, there are lots of things! I'm most interested in any kind of advocacy work, human rights, social work. I'm most interested in Community Development. I love creating and planning projects... But another interest that has been on my mind lately is writing. People are constantly boasting about my blog and how much they enjoy it. So many friends and family keep up regularly, print them out even. Danielle and I didn't talk a lot before but since I left she reads and comments on almost every single one! People are enthusiastic about it and I love it. Besides writing my own thoughts, I love writing poetry, about politics or social issues, about travel and trips (like a travel guide), I could attempt a novel but I'm not making any promises. I know this may be surprising but... I like to express myself (gasp!). But more so when it entertains people and brings in the bucks.

Now the optimistic dreamers like myself (Tom, Ricardo, Aunt Sheryl) are probably saying, "Go for it! Follow your heart. Do what makes you happy." Here's what the more realistic ones are thinking: "That's great you have a passion but how are you going to pay the bills? Social work, defending the poor, writing your feelings... Not too promising unless you want to live in a shack."

*sigh* A or B, ideal or realistic... Unused stairs or convenient elevator (as seen in my picture took this week at the metro station)? Can I just phone a friend? Eeeny meeny miney mo?