Exiled in a kilt

In general I like my job. Sure it is in no way what I pictured myself doing (10 years ago I was taking my final exams to start towards studying immunology). Hell, I didnt even picture myself in this country. The plan was to be a research scientist by now recieving letter bombs from groups such as the ALF. Damn at least I should be a design tech somewhere now, right?

But, here I am I am the shipping/recieving manager for a franchise of a store that is really a cornerstone of Canadian Society (yep the one with the red triangle). And, know what, I am just as happy as I have ever been.

Sure, I work hard and currently have about 50 bruises over my body from throwing about barbecues & other large scale items. But none of that matters, I get satisfaction from knowing I have done an honest days work for an honest days pay. I'm never gonna be wealthy, but I've never wanted to be - there's no excitement in money for me, I have enough to live on and that is good enough for me.

The only thing that is killing me is the freakin' store music they play over the PA system. I used to quite happily not know who Miley Cyrus was - now I have her going on about having bleedin' "st-st-stuttered" and "her best friend Lesley saying thats just Miley being Miley" I am slowly going insane here......