Waiting is the hardest part...

Actually, no it isn't. Working at your J.O.B. is the hardest part. My job is to write proposals to rich individuals, foundations and corporations and plead with them to fund our quixotic Vast Right Wing Conspiracy ideals. It's somewhat interesting work--after all, my adventures in conservative fundraising have gotten me some stories to share with the folks back home--stories like the time I stood next to former Reagan Attorney General Edwin Meese in a men's room. (I'm adamantly opposed to speaking in the men's room, but this was a Big, Important Person, so I hazarded a comment: "Gonna be a hot one today," says I. "Sure is," said the man who once had the ear of the iconic figure of conservatism in the 80's.)

True story.

But unfortunately, stories like that don't pay the bills, nor do they buy yachts. (Not that I need a yacht, mind you, but I like to think that if I had one, I could sail out to some placid point far from the cacophony of Washington and think of ways to help the children. Hmm...reminds me of an article Steve Cook once wrote about bargaining with God.)

Anyway, the job is "interesting," like I said, but I know that there are hugely profitable deals out there right now waiting to be discovered. But I'm stuck here my little office, which is more like a closet, actually, and by the time I get home, all I really have the energy to do is make a pot pie and watch The Simpsons. Meanwhile, houses get bought and sold, and I just finished yet another dry-as-dust proposal about some political issue I'm too bored with to even mention, and if I'm really lucky, I'll manage to bring in a $10,000 donation for the organization.

Like I said, it's frustrating.

But this time, I realize, is a time of "becoming" as one of the denizens of the Flipping Homes community said. It's a time for the chafe to be burned away. It's a time to grow.

Man, I hope that's not loser talk...

UPDATE: It just occured to me that mentioning "men's room," "restroom" and "conservative" in the same paragraph might draw the attention of a certain element I'm not all that inclined to like. Let me be clear--there was absolutely NO toe-tapping involved, nor do I, or Ed Meese, have a "wide stance."