Meanwhile, back at the (pony) ranch

Most days, I think it portentous that the song playing when I signed up with the Law Shop (O' Horrors) was The Good, The Bad and The Queen's "Kingdom of Doom."

But sometimes I wonder whether all this career-centric discontent is well-founded, or just the musings of a feckless, middle-class Miss.

The more I see of other (once coveted) professions, the more I realise they wouldn't meet my exacting FunFunFun specifications, either. So the Dream Job is re-drafted 'til it's infantile in its absurdity:

Pony wrangling? Better work/life balance than investigative journalism, probably.

I think I'm onto something with the pony wrangling, though.