When I Grow Up...

Happy Interdependence Day, everybody!

Some of us got together for a barbeque last night. And we learned two things: most of us here at TFD are closer to 30 than 20. And most of us here at TFD are either unsure of what we want to be when we grow up, or are aware that what we're doing now is not quite what we want to be doing when we grow up.

We also learned that one of us--who shall remain nameless, but likes to flaunt his Irish heritage every now and then--is a complete and total two beer queer. But we will try our very best to not hold that against him.

We all have reasons for the way things are; that's how we get through life.

Rationalizations:

1.I wanted to find a job I could do with my eyes closed, so that I could devote my spare time to _________ 2.I couldn't do _______, so I did _________ in a related field. 3. _________ didn't come with dental. 4.I love ______ and tried it for a while, but the pay is shit. 5.I'm too fat to be a ninja.

We all readily admitted that we're not quite where and what we want to be, and there's some really solid reasons why that is. Now, that's not to say we're always going to feel this way, but hey, none of us are getting younger, right?

We also realized last night that all of us really love the American version of The Office. It's got just the right blend of pathos and pluck; it's like the frustrations of our lives are vented on TV, with a liberal seasoning of hope on top.

One of our favorite episodes is the second season's "Boys and Girls," where Jan comes to Scranton to talk with the women of Dunder-Mifflin about female concerns in the workplace. And, while taking advice from Jan is NEVER normally recommended, she dispenses this little nugget to Pam:

"There are always a million reasons not to do something."

Maybe it's good advice. On this day that our reasonably fair nation broke away from the herd, consider its import in your life.

And blow something up real good with fireworks. For us.