nope

i had the ocassion on friday to visit one of the schools i used to work in. and i ran into several people that i used to work with.

and it is nice, very nice, to learn that you are severely missed. or that your work is missed, rather. it makes me feel a little bit like it was all worth it. and that you actually made a difference. but you know what? people missing me doesn't entice me to ever go back. people missing me and a huge pile of cash couldn't convince me to go back.

there is but one thing that could ever convince me to go back and do that again. and that would be if the only other ways i could make enough to survive were coalmining, working on a submarine, working as a pr person, or selling my organs.

yeah. it's not much fun being poor, which i recently learned i am considered. but i've got a warm apt., a running car even if it is an ugly color, food to eat, running water, and plenty to do, so i don't really see myself as poor as in unfortunate.

so, nope. not going back to those old days. even if i'm missed.

still, it's nice to know that i am.