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The grass shouldn't be greener on my side

No job is perfect, but mine, I've recently discovered, is ruining my life.

No biggy, you're thinking. You've read my column and you think it wasn't much of a life to begin with.

But I will have you know that, through careful consideration of my options at every juncture, I have deliberately built a life that bears as little resemblance as possible to one lived by an adult accepting of her responsibilities and any desire to get ahead financially, emotionally, materialistically, professionally or intellectually.

It's been working for me. Now that's all ruined. I'm ruined. Cue the death knell...


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